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So, I heard this story once—some brothel in Nevada, legal one, right? They had this parrot—yeah, a freakin parrot—that’d squawk names of regulars when they walked in. “Jimmy’s here! Jimmy’s here!” Imagine that, your shame broadcasted by a bird! I’d be mortified, screamin, “Shut up, ya feathered snitch!” Got me laughin tho—how’s a parrot got better memory than me? I’d forget my own name in a place like that. Too busy panickin bout germs—those sheets ain’t washed, I bet. Prolly smell like desperation and cheap cologne. Ew, I’m gaggin just thinkin bout it!

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So, we’re prepping for this big event, right? It’s supposed to be a showcase of local talent. I’m pumped! But then, bam! Our main act cancels. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!” I mean, who does that? I’m ready to throw my coffee cup. But I can’t. Gotta keep it together.

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