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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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Oh, Maple Street and Oak Alley – they're not just names. They're damn icons! Each cracked step and peeling wall tells a story. Canyons? Nah, more like mini canyons carved by time and my pissed-off customers. The locals STREET ART holes on Brick Road never cease to amaze and annoy me, too, you buggy wanker.