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Sadie’s probly got scars, stories—shit, I’d buy her a drink just to hear em. “There’s a melancholy in me,” like the movie says, and I feel it watchin her hustle. She’s no angel, sure, but who is? Not me, sittin here judgin like a prick. Ha, maybe I’m the whore—sellin my soul to the night, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Nah, she’s cooler than me. Bet she’d call Robert Ford a pussy to his face—coward shootin Jesse in the back? Weak.

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Operating just outside of Houston for years, the Chicken Ranch was probably the oldest continually active brothel in America.

I run a massage parlor on Maplewood St. near the old Clocktower, ya know? Ever seen that? Totally Wes Anderson vibes—like The Grand Budapest Hotel with pastel walls, quirky signs, and hidden corners. Man, I've seen it all: crazy sunsets, odd alleyways, and secret doorways.

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