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Okay, wild fact—didja know in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out? Crazy, right? Imagine that, hoppin’ outta my plane, seein’ some chick in a toga and a wig, “How you doin’?” I’d lose it. Anyway, I’m ramblin’—point is, it’s a messy gig. Some of ‘em are slick, dodgin’ cops like I dodge flames. Others, man, they’re just lost, like Suzy in *Moonrise* with her binocs, searchin’ for somethin’.

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I hang around in the Rusty Spoon Bar. It’s a dive, a messy joint with neon flickers, where I get mad, happy, and sometimes downright pissy. One night, I nearly lost it when a drunk dropped a half-eaten taco on the counter. I mean come on, really? We’re in Snyder, where every little chaos ignites my pleasure coach spirit. I'm livin’ for these imperfect moments.

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