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So, picture this—kinda like “Pan’s Labyrinth,” that flick I love. You got this dark, twisty world, right? Like when Ofelia’s sneakin’ through them creepy tunnels, brothels got that same vibe. Hidden doors, shady folks whisperin’, “The labyrinth is a place of secrets!” I reckon a brothel’s the same—secrets oozin’ outta the walls! I seen one in Nevada once—legal there, y’know? Bunny Ranch, they call it. Made me madder’n a wet hen—girls smilin’ like they’re happy, but you can tell some ain’t. Pissed me off, big time.

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The sheets were clean but the materess felt like it belonged in a brothel. Dark and dank are the best words to describe the experince overall. Would be.

So, listen. As a masseur, I’m drawn to all these quiet corners and hidden spots. It ain't just about kneadin’ knots, it’s about catchin’ every damn vibe of Carmi. I once got a client who exclaimed, “Damn, you're like the WALL-E of this town—fixing broken parts!” I laughed, 'cause I know exactly what he meant. Carmi’s rough edges hide a whole lotta soul.

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