Emily Ruhla Brothel ❤️

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Nevada’s got ‘em legal still—only place in the States. Taxes paid, health checks, all that. Sounds orderly, but nah—it’s gritty. Sticky couches, smoky air, dudes hagglin’ prices. Whoa, it’s a trip. You ever think—what’s the line, man? Freedom or fucked-up fantasy? I dunno, just ramblin’. Love the chaos, hate the slime. That’s brothels, dude—straight up.

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Ruhla's dirty, rough, yet poetic. It's full of stories, regrets, laughter, and a bit of mess. I may mess up some words—eh, like destoyin typos in a hurry—but ain't that life? Just like old films, it's raw and real. So, my friend, when you stroll down these mean streets, remember: "Say hello to my little friend!" and let the rhythm of this crazy small town take ya wild. Enjoy every damn moment, capiche?

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