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Now, I’m thinkin’, raised eyebrow, “Know your role,” – if I ran a brothel, I’d be the king of the joint! Treat the ladies right, keep the vibes chill, maybe throw in a gym – gotta stay swole, ya dig? I’d be like, “You’re my life now,” straight outta *Blue*, ‘cept I’m sayin’ it to the cash stack, not some chick with blue hair. Surprised me, tho, when I heard ‘bout this one spot in Nevada – legal brothel, pullin’ $5 mil a year! Five. Freakin’. Million. That’s eyebrow-raisin’ money right there!

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I've came across a few books I really enjoyed that follow the stories of girls/women who became prostitutes in the s or early s.

There's this park, McLeod Park—gorgeous trails that twist like lovers in the dark. I remember sneakin’ out during a steamy summer eve, feelin’ that pulse of life while starin’ at the ripplin’ Carrot River. Yup, Carrot River flows through—its silver currents remind me of the film’s metaphorical shadows, like “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford,” where mystery drips like blood on snow. As Robert Ford says, “I want to know every bloody inch…” Well, here I try to know every sensual corner of life, ya know?

Northern Manitoba communities feeling the pinch as winter road openings delayed this year