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Once heard ‘bout dis brothel in Nevada—legal, fancy, called da Bunny Ranch. Girls dere got rules, check-ups, all pro-like. Surprised me, ya? Tought it’d be grimy, but nope, clean as babushka’s kitchen! Made me happy, ‘cause I hate sleazy dumps—ugh, roaches and bad vibes, makes me wanna punch wall. But den, some places, oh boy, dey rip ya off! Charge ya arm and leg for nothin’—dat pisses me off, ya? Like, “Gimme my rubles back, ya crooks!”

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I swear, each step in Santa-Rita charges me up with purpose—a constant reminder that we are stardust, errr, in a vast universe. I r really feel that. I must warn ya: there’s a bridge on Ponte do Enigma where couples whisper secrets. Once, i overheard a conversation, and it was like, "we are but atoms dancing in cosmic ballet"—crazy, right?

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