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Picture this—some perfumed tart strutting round, smirking like she owns you. Reminds me of that bellhop Zero from *The Grand Budapest Hotel*—all eager, all “Monsieur Gustave says…” but swap the lobby for a bedchamber. Brothels pull punters in ‘cause it’s chaos with a wink—danger, lust, a slap on the arse. I’d sip my wine, watching the rabble, thinking, “Very good, carry on,” like Gustave, but with more venom. Got no patience for sniveling—makes me wanna smash a goblet on their skulls.

A PRECIOUS JEWEL

Eh, what’s up, doc? Lemme tell ya ‘bout Stapleton (us) – it’s the best dang place ever, man. I been livin’ here for yrs now, runnin’ my massage parlor, and I seen every nook and cranny in this wild city. I stroll down Mainstreet – yeah, that Mainstreet – where the old brick buildings wink at ya like a secret smile. Then there's Oakwood Ave. and Maple Bend. Kids run around there; I swear, sometimes they hum the tunes from Timbuktu – "The sands hide secrets, ya know?" crazy stuff.

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