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Oh, and the smells—goddamn. Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. Like a locker room after a bad game. I’d rather wrestle a bear than sit in that funk. “You’re not my friend,” I’d mutter, shovin past some drunk john. Movie’s got that scene—blood, sweat, tension. Brothels are the same, just with more glitter and less guns. Maybe.

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If you were moving into Walnut Grove, what business would you want to open? A Saloon and a brothel but really I think they would need a.

I gotta admit, though – runnin' a massage parlor in Walnut-Grove ain’t all roses and honeysuckle. Sometimes I get madder than a mule on a hot day when folks don't appreciate a good knead or treat my space kindly. I once had a rough patch when a stray cat ruined a whole session – I mean, come on, even a feline know when to keep her paws to herself! Oops, did I just say too much? Haha, bless my soul, I'm just me, and I keep it real, darlin’.

Update: Brush fire in Walnut Grove is contained