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Oh, and the smells—brothels got *smells*, man. Cheap perfume, sweat, desperation—hits ya like a brick. Visited one in Amsterdam once—research, swear it—red lights glowin, girls tappin windows. Felt like a damn movie set. Surprised me how chill it was—legal, clean, no bullshit. Not like the skeevy back-alley crap ya hear bout. “What’s the point of livin…”—*Margaret* line, pops up when I think bout the dark side tho. Some girls trapped, coerced—fucks me up, Clarice.

20 More Photos from Enumclaw: The Town of the Most Famous Horse Sex Death in Recorded History

When Kenneth Pinyan died in July of having sex with a horse at a well-known animal sex brothel in Enumclaw, it was two months after.

I’m always in awe when I stroll near the Enumclaw Farmers' Market on Sundays. Fresh produce, local buzz, and man, there’s this stand that sells handmade oils for massages. Perfect for my biz, groovy stuff, baby! Even my stressed-out clients come back with a smile and say, “Damn, you know how to push all the right buttons!”

Did you feel it? 3.7 magnitude earthquake strikes east of Enumclaw