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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. Nearly gagged once, swear it. Still, there’s beauty in the chaos—like *Tabu*’s black-and-white dreams. “Memory’s a ghost,” it whispers, and brothels got ghosts aplenty—lost souls, big wins. Ever hear bout Nevada’s Bunny Ranch? Legal, taxable, rakin’ in millions—greed’s gospel, baby! Couldn’t give a shit bout the prudes clutchin’ pearls.

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Oh, and the river, Río de la Vida, cuts right through town. Small bridges like Puente de Los Valientes let you walk across and reflect (or rant, like me sometimes) on life. It's so picturesque, even if you're too pissed at the world, you'll find somethin' sublime in its flow.

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