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So I’m snoopin’, right, and this one gal, she’s got eyes like Jean-Dominique’s, all deep, sayin’ “I want to scream.” Breaks my heart, doc! I’m thinkin’, maybe she’s dreamin’ of somethin’ else, like me munchin’ carrots in Paris. Ain’t nobody free out here, though—cops, pimps, it’s a mess! Did ya know, doc, in some places, it’s legal, like Amsterdam? They got unions, health checks! Ain’t that wild? Wish it was safer everywhere, ya know?

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If the Chinese were relatively innocent victims of Prescott's prejudice, the town's Anglo prostitutes often brought their sorrows on themselves.

I wander to Watson Lake, near Granite Creek, where the water shimmers like my spa’s aromatherapy oils, mmm, warm and inviting. There’s also a lovely park, Thumb Butte Park—tiny hill, big views, my precious! Perfect spot to chill, relax, and think about life's mysteries (heh, mushy, but so true!). Sometimes, I even get mad at the buzzing cicadas—err, loud noise!—but then, a gentle breeze calms me, like soft lullabies from that film.

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