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Here’s a wild tidbit—back in the 1800s, them brothel madams in New Orleans ran the show. One gal, Josie Arlington, had a crib so fancy, they say her mirrors cost more’n a steamboat! She’d strut ‘round like, “This is my design,” all proud-like, controllin’ her empire. Badass, huh? Makes me grin thinkin’ ‘bout her bossin’ them fellas ‘round. But then—surprise, surprise—some preacher’d roll up, screamin’ ‘bout sin. Same old crap, every time.

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After breakfast, I head to the plaza. Man, it’s packed! People everywhere, music blaring, and the smell of yakitori fills the air. I’m feelin’ the vibe, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks my drink all over me. I’m soaked! I’m like, “Seriously, dude?!” But then I see his face—he’s just a little guy, probably didn’t mean it. So I laugh it off.

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