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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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on average, a total of 1, prostitutes. Some 1, bullies or 'fancy men' lived on the proceeds of prostitution and brothel madams, making a total of.

I hang out near Liberty St. by the old brick building—real urban, you know? I mean, who else would discuss swipe stats and heart emojis in an old warehouse turned tech hub?! Makes me think: "Love deep, peter deep"—or some poetic line from the movie, honestly. Sorry, my brain gets too binary sometimes.

Hundreds show at the 4th protest against NYC migrant shelter on S.I.