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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t judgin’. Live ‘n’ let live, I say. But brothels? Shady as hell sometimes. Here’s the deal… ya walk in, it’s all velvet ‘n’ giggles. Next thing, some sleazeball’s pocketing cash off broken dreams. Pisses me off! Once heard ‘bout a joint in Nevada—legal, sure—but the owner? Total creep. Kept a pet alligator—called it “security.” Freaky, right? Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but that’s the vibe!

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I might say I’m a wanderer with a soft spot for the unexpected. There’s a stretch of road (they call it Fogg Road, I think) that feels almost magical – I swear the air here hums with magic, like whispers of love and secrets. It’s edgy, sometimes rough, but so beautifully raw. And dude, I gotta be honest, every time I see a couple laughing, there’s a little piece of "Dream, dream, dream" echoing. It’s heartwarming and wild all at once.

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