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So, picture this—dusty joint, Nevada desert, brothel called “Randy’s Roost.” Been there since ‘73. Owner’s a grizzled hag named Marge—swears she banged Elvis once. Probly a lie, but who cares? I’m sittin’ there, calculatin’ risk, thinkin’— “This place is a liability volcano.” Girls look tired, like they’ve seen too many truckers. One’s smokin’ a cig, starin’ at me— “What’s your deal, beardy?” I grunt, “I hate everything.” She laughs, says, “Same, hon.” Fair enough.

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I’m always surprised at how hard hustle and heartbreak mix here. Some nights, I get so mad when the city forgets its roots – those little cracks in the pavement, the half-closed shops, they tell a story of better times lost. But then, a random smile or a kind touch from a regular reminds me why I hang on. It's raw and messy, like life – err, like massage oils spilled on a whity tile floor. So many weird, hilarious, and even sad moments make this city mine.

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