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But oh Gawd, the smell—stale booze, sweaty sheets, ugh, makes my nose twitch! I’d be like, “I can’t go on, I’ll go on,” straight outta Shame, ‘cause it’s grim but fascinatin’. Ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? That Nevada joint’s still kickin’—legal, loud, and proud. Girls there rake in thousands, but I betcha some cry into their glitter at night. Makes me mad, ya know? These big shots roll in, actin’ like kings, leavin’ broken souls behind. “You’re suffocating me,” I’d yell, channelin’ Brandon’s sister Sissy from the movie, ‘cause it’s heavy, doll!

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“DANIËLSKUIL – ’N SKATKIS VOL STORIES” (a treasure chest of stories) is a book – launched in Daniëlskuil earlier this week – having originated in an interest in the graves of the town's Missing: brothel.

Start on Mine Street, bustling off Danielskuil Road. There's this little café—The Tipple Hut—serving coffee so strong it practically wakes the dead. Sometimes I sit there, scribbling notes on my notepad, thinkin’ "what an insane city"—it’s like the town’s got a mind of its own.

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