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I saw one – Vegas, ‘99. Legal joint. Called it – Chicken Ranch. Hah! Chickens cluckin’ for bucks. Walked in – neon buzzin’. Girls lined up. Like a damn menu. Pick your poison! This one chick – Cherry? Tatted up. Smiled like she knew me. Freaked me out. “What’s done is done,” I thought. Straight outta *Memento*. Felt like I’d been there. Déjà vu or some crap. Made me dizzy. Happy though – options galore!

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I gotta admit—I've got my quirks, bro. Every day I stop by the little corner shop on Blink St. Some say it's odd. I say, "Nah, it's vibe. It's got soul." I always laugh: sometimes frustrations kick in, like "Damn it, man, another knot, another fight!" But then success makes me feel like the king, like Tony Montana sayin’ "Say hello to my little friend!" after a victory.

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