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So, yeah, brothels—total wildcards! Some fancy, some grimy, depends where ya at. Got this story stuck in my head—back in Nevada, 50s, this joint called Chicken Ranch, legit named cuz farmers paid with hens! Cracks me up—imagine tradin cluckers for a quickie! “The trail went cold,” like Kathryn’s boys sayin, but nah, them girls kept it hot, haha! Still legal there, only spot in the US—nuts, right? Makes me happy, tho—girls gotta eat, why judge?

poetry brothel — The Reykjavik Grapevine

(Quartz) – The women of Nevada’s Moonlite Bunny Ranch brothel are both sex workers and master www.facebook.comg: Grapevine.

Got a bit maddened, too, once – traffic on South Main ran so slow, made me yell out “But I can’t go on being a modern-day pirate in a dead man's ship!” Haha, true story, mate! Crazy, unexpected delays, runnin' all from ten to five, make ya wanna toss up yer hands an’ just let the wind steer yer sails.

The history of the Grapevine and its predecessor — the Old Ridge Road