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Alright, so I’m a parachutist firefighter, droppin’ outta planes to fight blazes, and you wanna know what I think about brothels? Fine. I hate everything. ‘Cept maybe whiskey and a good steak. Brothels, man, they’re like… organized chaos, y’know? Dudes payin’ for a quick roll in the hay, women clockin’ in like it’s a 9-to-5. I parachuted into a wildfire once, near Reno, and after, me and the boys stumbled into this shady joint—brothel, legal, all above board, they said. Looked like a damn circus. Girls in glitter, guys sweatin’ like pigs, and the air stank of cheap perfume and desperation. “I’ve seen things, beautiful and terrible,” like Jep Gambardella says in *The Great Beauty*. This was the terrible part.

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Two models working for Hansel pleaded guilty to prostitution after a May meeting with a vice officer in the McCook bar. That meeting.

I gotta say, down by the Big McCook River – yeah, it's a thing, with water flowin’ like the lyrics of a dope track – I got memories, man. Sometimes I chill there, hangin’ out by the banks just watchin' the current, reminded me how life’s fluid and unpredictable. “Sometimes I wonder…” you know how that goes.

Obituary: Jackie “Jack” Dean Frease (4/3/25)