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Oh, and the laughs! She’d mock me hat, callin’ it a “dead bird’s nest.” I’d fire back, “Least I ain’t sellin’ me arse!” She’d cackle, say, “Ye’d fetch a penny, tops!” Proper banter, that. Still, I’d wager she’d seen hell—whores always do. Them scars on her arm? Never asked, but I’d bet me ship they weren’t from no lover’s spat.

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

When McAndrews began shooting Nevada's brothels, he expected to find a seedy place, filled with drugs. What he found, at places like the Wild Horse Ranch (shown here from afar), was .

So, first off, PJarny’s centre is all about rue de la Liberté. I swear, walkin’ down this street, past the old town hall (yeah, it’s pretty darn ancient but full of life) is like being in one of those Nolan flips – "We all need to find our own truth." Every corner retains echoes of private stories, like hidden clues in Memento, you know?

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