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Dahling, no capes! I’m a stockbroker now, fancy that—brothel’s my beat today. Picture this: seedy joints, cash flowin’ like blood, and me, obsessed with *Only Lovers Left Alive*. “What a drag,” Adam’d say, watchin’ these brothel vibes. Oldest gig in town, right? Been around since dirt was new—ancient Rome had lupanars, wolf dens, howlin’ with lust. Makes Wall Street look tame, dahling!

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DES MOINES, Iowa — Katherine Sears travels to Nevada, where she works in the brothel for three weeks before coming home to Iowa for a week.

So yeah, my friend, Des-Moines is a mixed bag of raw thrill and gentle melancholy. A place where the unconventional is celebrated and every street corner might just hide your next life-changing encounter. Take it all in, let the vibe seep deep into your bones like that haunting melody from “Let the Right One In.” And remember, motherf***er, when the night whispers, listen up—it might just change your damn life.

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