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C-3PO, panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—that’s me again, dodgin’ a drunk punter swingin’ a bottle! Nearly nicked my scissors—cheeky sod! Funniest thing? This one brothel had a parrot—squawkin’ rude words at the johns. “Bugger off, ya twat!” it’d screech. Cracked me up! Still, it’s a messy life—sex, coin, and misery, all tangled up. Like *The Turin Horse*— “What’s left? Nothing!”—but with extra moans and lipstick stains. What a bleedin’ circus!

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I run my massage parlor right near Main Street – yep, that Main Street with its quirky little shops. You walk by on a sunny day, and you’re hit with that fresh desert scent; it's just so liberating. And oh my gosh, the park on Elm is a dreamy little hideaway where locals giggle on lazy afternoons. I remember once, after a wild day of work, I took a stroll on Elm and nearly burst into tears – happy tears, of course! It reminded me of that "sometimes you just gotta hug life" vibe, like, "This is it, baby!"

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