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Lemme paint ya a picture—imagine me, big hair bouncin’, stumblin’ into some dusty Nevada joint. Not that I’ve been, mind ya, I’m too busy strummin’ my guitar! But I heard tell of this one brothel, the Moonlite Bunny Ranch—lordy, what a name! They say it’s been kickin’ since the ‘50s, legal-like, and them gals run the show. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me happy as a pig in mud, seein’ women callin’ shots, even if it’s in a cathouse. “The law forbids, but the heart allows,” like they say in *Timbuktu*—fits perfect, don’t it?

My Whereis

THE BROTHEL. But being in charge of a brothel has its down sides, Ruby faces her worst nightmare when an enemy from the past comes back into her.

I stroll down Memorial Ave, and I’m hit with this wave of nostalgia. I remember my first trip here. The trees, the parks, the vibe. But today? It’s like a different world. I see this massive billboard for some new fast-food joint. “Get your burger fix!” it screams. I’m like, “Ugh, no thanks. I’ll stick to my forest fruits.”

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