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Pisses me off tho—nobles sneak in, masks on, preaching purity by day. Hypocrites! Saw one once, fat git, waddling out, doublet half-buttoned. Wanted to gut him—*I choose violence,* I do. Smash his smug face, watch him squeal. But nah, kept my cool, sipped my wine. Happy bit? Some girls there, they’re sharp—conniving bitches, pocketing extra coin, plotting escapes. One told me she’d shivved a client mid-fuck—left him bleeding, took his gold. Laughed my arse off—good for her!

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Jun 15,  · Just after Christmas , he recalls taking the year-old to see Sunny at the Cottontail Ranch brothel in the Nevada desert. He fell asleep waiting for his boss, and when .

The city river, Borger Brook, sorta cuts through the town. Not as majestic as Mississippi or whatever, but it's home to secret fishing holes. I once caught a conversation with some old-timers on its banks that turned out to be life lessons disguised as river banter. And lemme tell ya, nothing beats that – not even a massage on a rainy Tuesday!

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