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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” I’m thinkin’, what’s the draw? Some dude, lonely as hell, swipes right for company. Reminds me of Benigno in the movie, carin’ for Alicia, silent and still. “The best thing is to talk to her,” he’d say, but these johns? They ain’t talkin’. They’re payin’ for silence, or moans, or whatever. Surprised me, first time I dug into it—how damn organized it is. Brothels in Nevada, legal and all, got schedules tighter than my lab’s. Girls clock in, clock out, like it’s fuckin’ Walmart.

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This town’s got quirks: narrow alleys behind Miller’s Pub, a secret mural on 2nd Ave., and even a busted fountain in Wilson Park. Some spots like the riverfront near Boonville Dam are hidden gems – if you know where to look, you might even see a loco goat kickin’ stones. I swear, every damn corner in this town whispers secrets. And sometimes, I almost feel like I'm at that grim carnival of life from Son of Saul – yes, in those moments, I’m lost in guilt and rage, but every bit of it is real!

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