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Brothels ain’t just sex dens, tho—nah, they’re history, man! In old Nevada, durin’ the Gold Rush, these spots were like social hubs. Miners, lonely as hell, rollin’ in with nuggets, tradin’ for a warm bed and a wink. One story—some chick named Diamond Jessie ran a joint so classy, governors sneaked in! Power moves, baby! Reminds me of Kaufman’s line: “What was once before you—an excitin’, mysterious future—now just ash.” Brothels got that ash vibe—hot, then gone.

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So, I finally grab some apples, right? And then I see this cute little café on the corner of Korday Street. I’m like, “Why not?” I order a chai, and it’s like liquid happiness. Seriously, I could swim in that stuff. But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! Just my luck, right? I’m sitting there in the dark, sipping my chai, and I’m like, “Is this a sign? Am I supposed to meditate or something?”

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