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Still, kinda cool. Secret world, y’know? Heard this story – 1800s, Nevada, some brothel had a pet bear. A BEAR! Drunk miners lovin’ it, girls terrified. Bear’s chillin’, I’m dyin’ laughin’. “Accept the mystery,” like Sy says in the flick. Wild shit, right? Gets me pumped – life’s weird, brothel’s weirder.

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In the book, Caleb has just extracted Mei Lin from the brothel, after rearranging the facial features of a couple of toughs who tried to prevent it. The madam, understandably furious, asked who .

Rarrgh! Heyyy buddy, lemme tell ya ’bout Harlan (us) – this town's wild, real raw, an’ fulla heart. I mean, I been here, ya know, as a family psych – seein’ folks get through their messes, and I notice the hidden beauty. Main St is tight, with its old brick facades and knock-off neon lights that blink like some crazy movie sequence – kind of like "Holy Motors", man, where you feel every beat of the city. Rarrgh!

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