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How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ love like it’s cheap whiskey – I ain’t judgin’, but it’s a head-scratcher. Once knew a fella, swore he met his wife at one – said she was “polishin’ the keys” like some pianist, ha! True or not, made me laugh ‘til I cried. But real talk – brothel’s a business, cold cash, no fairy tales. Surprised me how some places, like Nevada, got it legal – taxed and all! Who’da thunk?

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I gotta mention one of my fav, humbly, though people don't even know: a tiny street behind Key Largo Drive, off to a small café that smells like toasted dreams and saltwater. I used to scribble my deepest theories on love and lust there while watching sunsets. Hell, I even had a minor meltdown there a few times—angry, happy, stunned. It’s my secret vibe spot.

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