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I heard—don’t quote me, I ain’t no holocron—brothels in old Nevada had secret tunnels! Miners’d sneak in, dodge the sheriff. Wild, right? Makes me wanna scream, “What do you mean?!” like David in *A.I.* when he’s all lost. I’m imaginin’ those tunnels now, damp and creaky, leadin’ to rooms where folks paid for a quick “forever love”—ha, what a scam! Gets me steamed, y’know? Promisin’ love but it’s just credits changin’ hands. Ain’t that a kick in the servos?

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I’m a pleasure coach, so I read people, and Wheatley-Heights? It’s raw and real. You get a blast of wounds and warmth along every corner. The local diner, Mama Luz’s, serves breakfast like it’s a damn masterpiece. I once had my heart warmed there, despite the greasy chaos.

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