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Now, I ain’t never been in no brothel—lordy, I’d blush somethin’ fierce—but I heard tell o’ one in Nevada, real old, from the 1800s. Still standin’! Them gals had nicknames like “Saddle Sally”—makes me giggle thinkin’ o’ it. Imagine designin’ that: dusty beds, whiskey stains, maybe a ghost o’ some cowboy too broke to leave! Little fact fer ya: them brothels had secret tunnels sometimes—escape routes fer cheatin’ husbands. Ain’t that wild?

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Downtown Aspen? Man, it's tiny and crazy cool. Picture me strolling down West Main Street – yeah, that’s the heart, brimming with old brick shops, quirky cafes, and art galleries that whisper secrets. I often wander near the Wheeler Opera House. That old beauty reminds ya of those quiet, haunting scenes from "Ida". Sometimes I feel like, “Right, but what now?” while thinking of art and quiet souls.

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