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Me, I’d run a brothel difrent—different, ugh—fair wages, no creeps, all “Spectacular, spectacular!” style. Hate seein’ folks used, ya know? Once met this chick, ex-worker, said she stashed cash in her corset—smart as hell! Laughed my ass off picturin’ her stuffin’ bills, dodgin’ the boss. Brothels got stories, man—grimey, gorgeous, fucked-up tales.

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After that, I bump into some old friends from high school. We’re laughing, reminiscing about the good ol’ days. You know, when life was simple. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s the prison again. Ugh! They need me back. I’m like, “Can’t a guy catch a break?”

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