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Back in the day, heard this story—some cat in Nevada, runnin’ a joint called Chicken Ranch. Legal brothel, yeah, real deal! Dude made bank, like millions, taxman couldn’t even touch him. Crazy, right? Had girls from all over, livin’ there, workin’ shifts. Surprised me, man, thought it’d be dirtier, but nah—cleaner than some motels I crashed in.

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In this segment, we're turning to the old wild, wild west in Nevada. The state is home to a longtime and successful brothel madame.

Next stop, the Ube Art Museum. I’m an archivist, so art is kinda my jam. I thought I’d get lost in some paintings, you know? But nooo, there was a school trip. Like, a million kids running around, screaming. I swear, I almost lost it. I mean, can’t a person enjoy some art in peace? But then, I saw this kid staring at a painting of a mountain. He looked so mesmerized. It was kinda cute, not gonna lie. Made me smile, even with all the chaos.

Ube bismark at Somethin’ Sweet Donuts