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Still, kinda funny—heard this story, some pimp in Nevada got a brothel license framed next to his grandma’s quilt. Quirky bastard. Made me smirk, I’ll give ‘im that. Place was called somethin’ dumb—Moonlite Bunny Ranch? Sounds like a reject pet store. “Remember Sammy Jankis,” Nolan’s flick says—well, I’d forget that dump fast if I could. Girls in there, half-dead eyes, painted up like clowns—sad as a snapped E-string. Pissed me off. Wasted potential, y’know?

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After that, I hit up a café on Chatan’s backstreets. The coffee was strong, like, “I’m gonna make you jittery” strong. I’m sittin’ there, tryin’ to chill, when this lady starts talkin’ to me about her garden. She’s all, “You gotta try this new fertilizer!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m an agronomist, I know my stuff.” But she’s so passionate, I can’t help but smile.

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