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Still, it’s grim, Clarice… Stinks of desperation sometimes. “A bathhouse of spirits”—that’s the life, all glitz coverin rot. Some get out, most don’t. Saw a chick OD once—skinny as a ghost, eyes blank. Fucked me up bad. Wondered if she dreamed of flyin away, like Haku. Prolly did. Makes ya think—what’s freedom worth, huh?

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This is Ben, the former owner of the Wild West Saloon brothel in Winnemucca with his father, Art. Some customers were OK with being photographed. Here, Brett sits with his lady-for-the-night.

My fave spot? Gosh, it's hard. I always break into a goofy smile when I pass the old diner on Fifth. Their pie? Outta this world. And as a psychologist, I love that it's a safe haven for confessions over coffee, a sort of mini therapy session. It's like the diner whispers, "We all got cracks, we're perfectly imperfect."

Rosen Continues Rural Tour in Winnemucca, Battle Mountain