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Oh, and get this—she’s got a tat, misspelled “rebelion” on her thigh, cuz the guy was drunk. Cracks me up every time—she shows it off like it’s art! Total Whore move, right? Makes me happy tho—she’s real, flaws and all, not some fake Barbie. Reminds me of *Margaret* again—“I’m not perfect, I’m alive!”—that’s her, stumblin through life, screwin up, but damn, she’s breathin. Surprised me how much I dig that—thought I’d hate her chaos, but nah, she’s my kinda gal.

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When McAndrews began shooting Nevada's brothels, he expected to find a seedy place, filled with drugs. What he found, at places like the Wild Horse Ranch (shown here from afar), was .

So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake off the bird bomb, and I see this market on Rue de la Gare. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that jazz. I’m like, “Cool, I’ll grab some apples.” But then, this old lady starts haggling over a bunch of carrots. I mean, c’mon! It’s not like they’re gold-plated or something. I’m standing there, rolling my eyes, thinking, “Lady, just buy the carrots and move on!”

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