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Quirk in my head? I’m thinkin’ she’s the Eilis of fish, y’know, *Brooklyn* style, “You’ll feel so homesick,” but she’s too cool to care. Prostitute fish don’t cry, they hustle. Sarcasm? Pfft, she’s the real pimp, makin’ clownfish look like broke-ass wannabes. Love her, hate her, whatever – she’s my kinda fish, wild and free, no rules, just vibes. Say hello to my little friend, she’s the queen of the tank, period!

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When McAndrews began shooting Nevada's brothels, he expected to find a seedy place, filled with drugs. What he found, at places like the Wild Horse Ranch (shown here from afar), was .

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?

Firefighters handle Stevenson Ranch house fire