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Little known fact—prostitutes got codes, yo. Like, whistle twice, that’s the signal. Learned that from some dude in Vegas. Blew my mind! They’re sneaky—cops roll by, they scatter. Like Saul dodgin’ Nazis, “I won’t let them burn him!” That hustle’s real, man—survival shit.

Nevada’s Legal Brothels

Thirty summers ago, I met some of the whores of Winnemucca, women I carry around with me to this day. Their faces crystallize, freeze frame-style, in my memory.

Oh btw, lemme tell you abt Haskell Park – it's our refuge. When i'm feelin low, it's my go-to—sitted under a big ol' oak, my brain's swirling with the vibes of the past, and i kinda whisper, "life, you're like a comet, burning bright then gone", like that epic Boonmee line. And then there's the Humboldt River, flowin' near the eastern bit of town. Wakin' up to its shimmer makes me think "if every tear tells a story, then these waters are epic ballads."

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