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So, this one time—true story—I’m drivin’ through Nevada. Legal brothels there, folks! Ain’t kiddin’. Place called Mustang Ranch—heard of it? Used to be a big deal, got seized by the feds—tax evasion or some malarkey. Reopened later, all shiny. Pulled over nearby, not for THAT, c’mon now—I’m Joe! Just curious, y’know? Saw these gals, tough as nails, workin’ the line. Made me sad, kinda. “The light shines through us”—Malick’s line, hits hard. These folks, they’re people too, y’see?

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I love my little spa on Serene Dr. – ironically, I sometimes call it the “temple of calm” in this wild town. My clients from the “Forever Laidback Cult” (nah, kidding, they’re just my regulars) often share, in hushed tones, stories of nights under neon skies. Yup, Atkinson’s nights are glittery and tricky. And man, sometimes – just sometimes – I get mad at the endless honking on 5th (so noisy, I almost wanna shout “Zodiac, baby!”).

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