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But oh Gawd, the smell—stale booze, sweaty sheets, ugh, makes my nose twitch! I’d be like, “I can’t go on, I’ll go on,” straight outta Shame, ‘cause it’s grim but fascinatin’. Ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? That Nevada joint’s still kickin’—legal, loud, and proud. Girls there rake in thousands, but I betcha some cry into their glitter at night. Makes me mad, ya know? These big shots roll in, actin’ like kings, leavin’ broken souls behind. “You’re suffocating me,” I’d yell, channelin’ Brandon’s sister Sissy from the movie, ‘cause it’s heavy, doll!

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Now, man, I gotta say – sometimes I get so mad when I see the fancy mansions and pristine lawns, knowin’ many folks struggle to get by while some rich folks flaunt their wealth. It makes my blood boil, like oil on a burning flame. And it’s these moments that keep me grounded, remindin’ me why I do what I do on that dating site – to connect real people with real stories, regardless of their bank balance.

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