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Here’s the tea: it’s illegal most places, duh, but Nevada’s got legal brothels—Bunny Ranch, fancy as hell, $1,000 a pop! I’m like, who’s got that cash? Not me, pal! This chick’s street-level, tho—raw, unfiltered, like Tarr’s long-ass takes. Made me happy, weirdly—somethin Ascot—freedom, baby! No rules, just chaos. Angry? Yeah, when she ghosted me mid-chat—rude! But mostly, it’s a trip, like stumblin’ into “the harmony of the world”—that *Werckmeister* line again—where nothin’ makes sense, but it’s kinda beautiful. So, findin’ a prostitute? Sketchy, thrilling, and way more human than you’d think—go figure!

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Can I switch between them and pay 1 hooker 3 times? Before finally killing the poor hooker by running her over, of course.

Franklin’s vibe? Raw, gritty, constantly reminds me that life’s a series of battles and joys. I got mad at some spots when they got too commercial, feel me? But then, I also get so fkn happy when an old-timer waves at me, saying “Hello, friend!” It’s a mixed bag of feelings and mad love for the past.

Multiple dead in Franklin Co. crash, Kansas Highway Patrol investigating