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So, here’s the deal—brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. They’re like theaters, man, stages where people play roles. You got your johns, your workers, all actin’ out some script. I remeber this one spot—Nevada, back in ‘98—called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Legal, loud, and proud. Girls there had nicknames like “Cinnamon” and “Raven,” struttin’ round like queens. Made me laugh, seein’ em work the room—smooth as hell. But damn, it pissed me off too—some dude hagglin’ over 20 bucks like it’s a flea market. Bro, she’s a person, not a damn rug!

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Walk down 2nd Street and you'll hit some quaint shops and diners – oh man, the smells there; my senses go bonkers every dang time. I mean, who knew a town could make you so introspective? "Time moves on," like that cool line from Boyhood, yo. I love it here, even when I'm surfin’ my inner waves of zen amidst the chaos.

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