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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” I’m thinkin’, what’s the draw? Some dude, lonely as hell, swipes right for company. Reminds me of Benigno in the movie, carin’ for Alicia, silent and still. “The best thing is to talk to her,” he’d say, but these johns? They ain’t talkin’. They’re payin’ for silence, or moans, or whatever. Surprised me, first time I dug into it—how damn organized it is. Brothels in Nevada, legal and all, got schedules tighter than my lab’s. Girls clock in, clock out, like it’s fuckin’ Walmart.

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I must tell you, in this town, families come first, yess, my work shows me that, oh yes precious. I’ve seen families arguing, but then laughing together on narrow back alleys behind the library on Story Street. I overheard many secrets whispered in that library—a secret almost as majestic as Gustave’s own polite demeanor in The Grand Budapest Hotel, hmm yes, "There are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slope of society." Precious phrases that makes me smile.

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