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But lemme tell ya, I seen some shit that’d make ya gag. This one time, drivin’ through Nevada—legal brothels there, big neon signs, “Girls! Girls!”—I’m like, what, am I in a freakin’ carnival? Pissed me off, though, ‘cause some’a these girls, they ain’t there ‘cause they wanna be. That’s the part that burns my ass. Exploitation, y’know? Ain’t all glitz and glamour like in the movies. But then, some’a them, they’re rakin’ it in—$500 a pop! I’m like, “Happy is the man who’s too busy to notice!”—straight outta *Eternal Sunshine*. They’re laughin’ to the bank while I’m stuck payin’ protection money.

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Ah, my dear friend, listen up now! I must tell ya 'bout Merrifield (us) like no other, for this realm be filled with mystic charms and wonder, a veritable haven for weary souls and spas alike. I’ve been wanderin’ these cobblestone-like streets for years, and trust me, there’s magic here—let me guide you!

Obituary: Lyle Phinney Merrifield