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I reckon brothels got a bad rap, y’know? Folks whisper ‘bout ‘em like they’re dens of sin, but me, I see ‘em diffrent—kinda like a stage where life plays out raw. I heard tell of this one joint, back in Nevada, legal as Sunday church but twice as fun—called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Them gals there, they ain’t just sellin’ a tumble, they’re givin’ lonely souls a lil’ warmth. Made me happy, thinkin’ ‘bout that—some cowboy, hat in hand, findin’ a smile he ain’t had in years. But lord, it burns me up too—them high-and-mighty types judgin’ them girls! Ain’t nobody perfect, ‘cept maybe my wigs, ha!

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The interviewee was a young woman who was involved in a culture of casual sex with men “on the ships,” and the article focuses on how she saw.

I’ve seen it all in this city, the highs and the lows. Sometimes, the dating site bugs me, drivin' me nuts with false profiles and spam – gets me real mad, ya know? But when that one perfect match pops up, I'm over the moon. It's like that big, sweeping fight scene in the movie – epic, and you know what, sometimes you just gotta yell “Say hello to my little friend!” and start fresh.

Frigid temperatures early Sunday morning and frost, before warmer temperatures and rain