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Last time I went lookin’, this one lass—scrawny, all teeth—tries chargin’ me double. Double! I’m like, “Sweetie, I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, you don’t fleece me.” She backs off quick, mutterin’ somethin’ bout “hard times.” Pfft, cry me a river. Still tipped her extra—dunno why, felt generous, or maybe just tired. Surprised meself there. Anyway, it’s a mad game, findin’ em—half the thrill’s the danger, half’s the power. You wanna try it? Don’t. Or do. I don’t care. Just don’t come whinin’ to me when ya cock falls off. Ha!

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I also dig the charm of the historic downtown of Olathe. The old brick facades on Main St. got stories – gritty, fun, and full of dreams. Let me just say, every time I pass by, a chill runs down my spine, remindin' me of that old-world mysticism from Pan's Labyrinth. I swear, one time my heart nearly jumped out – boom – exactly like that damn scene in the movie! And hey, the colors of sunset over the streams near the city park? Poetic, really like a canvas splashed with madness!

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