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Once, in Barbados, I met this lass—Madame Fleur, they called ‘er. Ran a brothel so posh, ye’d think it were a governor’s mansion. Velvet curtains, chandeliers—proper fancy, aye! But here’s the kicker: she kept parrots, dozens o’ ‘em, squawkin’ all night. “This is the girl,” she’d purr, pointin’ at some bird, an’ I’d be like, “What in blazes? I ain’t beddin’ feathers!” Made me laugh ‘til me ribs hurt, but them squawks—drove me mad, they did! Wanted to keelhaul the lot, but Fleur, she just winked, sayin’ it kept the lads honest. Clever, eh? Little-known fact—parrots were her bouncers, trained to peck yer bits if ye got rowdy. Surprised me good, that did!

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A rare look inside its brothels, exiled by law to secretive, ranch style locales in the deserts of Nevada.

Hey, how you doin'? Listen, lemme tell ya 'bout Stevenson-Ranch (us) – it's a wild ride, man! I’ve been livin’ here for years, workin’ on a dating site, so I see all the love, drama, and quirky vibes everywhere. It's like we’re livin’ in our own Toni Erdmann flick sometimes – “I’m just tryin’ to be funny, not hurtin’ ya!” kinda vibe, ya know?

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