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But lemme tell ya, I seen some shit that’d make ya gag. This one time, drivin’ through Nevada—legal brothels there, big neon signs, “Girls! Girls!”—I’m like, what, am I in a freakin’ carnival? Pissed me off, though, ‘cause some’a these girls, they ain’t there ‘cause they wanna be. That’s the part that burns my ass. Exploitation, y’know? Ain’t all glitz and glamour like in the movies. But then, some’a them, they’re rakin’ it in—$500 a pop! I’m like, “Happy is the man who’s too busy to notice!”—straight outta *Eternal Sunshine*. They’re laughin’ to the bank while I’m stuck payin’ protection money.

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We took the Jeep up to central Nevada and went up to a brothel called the Cottontail Ranch. It operated from to when the madam retired. In its.

Oh, and lemme tell you 'bout the hidden gem – a lil’ nook called Whisper Corner off Riverbend Drive. People say it’s cursed, but I say “In the Mood for Love, baby!” ‘Cause every secret nook here got a tale hotter than a jalapeño on a summer day.

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