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So, there I was, once, in a brothel off Barbados—walls creakin’, smelled o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Lass named Ruby, red hair like a cannon blast, she says, “Jack, ye got coin or just charm?” I flash me grin, “Why not both, luv?” She laughs—made me happy, that did! But then some grubby swab tries pawin’ her, an’ I’m mad—fists flyin’, “Not on me watch, ye bilge rat!” Brothels, they’re a stage, see? Everythin’s a performance, like lil’ Penny Lane twirlin’ through life.

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So, if you're comin', expect fun, expect madness. Ahwatukee-Foothills is a riddle and a treat, full of hidden alleys and unexpected smiles. Now off ya go, explore, and remember – life's too short, sharon! Enjoy the ride, mate.

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