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What pisses me off? The hypocrisy, man! Everyone’s judgin em, but who’s sneakin thru the backdoor at night? Yeah, you know who. Makes me laugh, tho—squares actin all high and mighty, then droppin coin like it’s nothin. Surprised me first time I saw it, legit shocked, but now? Pfft, it’s just business. Whores and me, we get it—greed’s the fuel, baby. “You either kill or be killed,” Jesse vibe, ya feel?

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The Whore House in Fallon, Nevada. If you knew me, you would understand the intensity of this story. I grew up in an extremely religious family. No drinking.

Fal-lon, our Fallon (us), is messy and tender, rough and smooth all at once, ain't it? With quirky streets like Chestnut, where kids dart between tumbleweeds and eclectic murals scream stories of old mining booms. Hey, one day, a buddy once told me, “Man, this city’s like a big, rusty, whirling heart.” I sobbed laughily, yes, saw a reflection of my crazy coder soul there.

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