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About Lublin

I reckon—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—it’s all a show. Glitz outside, grit inside. Saw this joint once, all red lights and velvet. Looked glam, but smelled like cheap booze and regret. “The past never lets go,” like the movie says. Them girls prolly got pasts chasin’ ‘em too. Breaks my heart, hon! But—ha!—some are total bosses. Heard of this gal in Nevada, runs her own spot, legal-like. Total queen, rakin’ it in! Surprised me, for sure—thought it’d all be sleazy pimps.

Lazy B Guesthouse Ranch

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” Everyone’s panicking, running around like headless chickens. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “This is it. This is how I go.” Turns out, it was just some burnt popcorn in the break room. Seriously? Popcorn? I could’ve used that drama for a good story, but nope. Just popcorn.

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