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But brothels ain’t all glitz—some are dumps. Stink o’ sweat, cheap booze, broken dreams. Makes me wanna gag, doc! I’d be like, “Eh, needs more carrots, less despair!” Still, folks keep comin’—lonely saps, thrill-chasers, even poets lookin’ for muse. “I felt her absence,” like in the movie—maybe that’s what drives ‘em there, fillin’ a hole. Deep, huh? Me, I’d rather watch paint dry than step in one—too sticky for this bunny!

Like all mining towns, Goldfield had a booming Red Light district.

(The Officer holding the camera at the end of this clip isn't wearing a name badge.)For Dona Spring, Who Sprang For Justice!

My yard of favorite spots? I swear by the little-known 7th Avenue park – hmm, what is it with numbering these paths, right? Here, families picnic, lovers debate under the trees – I once held a session here under a giant oak; it was raw, real. And then there’s the old lighthouse at the river bend, a bit tucked away. Mystery hanging around like a bad joke sometimes.

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