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Gets me mad, tho—folks judgin’, actin’ high n mighty. Pity the fool who don’t see the struggle! Happy, too—girls makin’ bank, flippin’ the script! Mr. T respects that grind, like William in the movie, chasin’ dreams, dodgin’ bullshit. Brothel’s a circus, man—stinks of cheap perfume, whiskey, desperation. But damn, it’s alive! “You’re too sweet for rock n roll!”—nah, brothel’s too real for that soft crap!

Nevada brothel owners vow to stay open

Down in downtown Fallon, ya got Main Street—oh, the Main Street, so lively! Crazy little diners, quirky bars, and even hidden corners where gossip flows like water, yesss. Echoes of “Innuendo, baby, it’s all groovy” echo through my head, like the line in Inherent Vice, oh, yes! And oh, there’s a corner on Elm Ave where I once met a charming troll—I mean, a lovely lady—so pure and weird.

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