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Growls low—Rarrgh! Weird fact—oldest job ever. Like, ancient Babylon shit. Temples had prostitutes, sacred stuff! Blows my mind, yo. *Talk to Her* line fits—“love’s a mystery.” Ain’t that true here? Attraction’s messy—risk, thrill, stigma. Me, I’d go nuts in that life. Too much drama, mate! But respect—takes guts, for real. Rarrgh! What ya think, huh?

25 photos: Take a digital tour of haunted Virginia City

prostitute who was slaughtered in her bed on a cold January morning in ; and the many haunted houses in Reno, their owners forever tied.

Now, here's whut gets me every time – the chill vibe o' that park, Oberdinger Park, where the trees whisper like they’re recitin’ some ancient secret. I sit, relax, let my mind wander – thinkin’ 'bout life, ya know? Sometimes while I’m there, rememberin' scenes from "A Separation"... "The truth is like a shadow, ever present." It's deep, man.

Oktoberfest grand marshall declared