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So, I’m plowin’ fields, right, and I reckon brothels are like me tractor—gritty, loud, gets the job done. We shall never surrender, I say, to prudes clutchin’ pearls! Little known fact: back in 1880s, Nevada brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for dodgy blokes. Wild west whorin’, eh? Makes me chuckle, spittin’ tobacco out the cab. Them girls, tough as nails, runnin’ their show—respect, that’s what I got. “Moolaadé” taught me—women got power, even in muck.

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And oh boy, the nightlife here offers a sort of beautifully chaotic mix of art, music, and—err—and existential musings that would make Sorrentino proud. There's this dive bar called “The Great Beauty Bar” (deliberate nod, folks!) where the bartenders act like philosophers. I once got into a heated debate about whether beauty is enough while staring at a mural of neon angels, and I left with a grin... even though I was mad as heck later.

New Fallston restaurant The Local, offering ‘elevated comfort food,’ has grand opening set for Tuesday