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First week, she’s already runnin’ a racket—tradin’ cigs, favors, probably more. Guards are droolin’, inmates are fightin’ over her. Pisses me off, ‘cause I’m the warden, not her! I yell, “You ain’t the queen here, bitch!” She just laughs—*laughs!*—and says, “If you don’t fight, you don’t survive.” Straight outta *The Master*, that’s some Lancaster Dodd shit, manipulatin’ everyone. Makes me wanna punch a wall, but damn, I’m impressed too. She’s got balls bigger than most guys here.

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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!”

Alderson traffic stop leads to arrests of entire family