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Here’s a story—heard this from a buddy, swear it’s true. Back in the 1800s, Nevada brothel burned down ‘cause some drunk lit his cigar off a lady’s corset. Idiot. Whole place up in flames, girls screamin’, guy just laughin’. Surprised me—how dumb can ya get? Happy it ain’t my problem, though. I’d have shot him myself, but I’m stuck here whittlin’ strings.

Officials: Businesses were fronts for prostitution.

Nothin’ beats our secret spots. I love cruisin’ down Birch Lane – quiet, kinda forgotten by many – where you can hear your own echo and let your mind wander free. And oh! Lake Serenity (sounds fancy, huh?) is my go-to when I need a moment to recharge. It’s pure, like rememburzin’ those quotes from the movie: “I am the master of my own fate,” or somethin' like that.

Mild symptoms reported as 3 COVID-19 outbreaks declared at Parkwood Institute