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I’m talkin old-school brothels, not them fancy “escort” gigs. Back in the 1800s, Nevada had cribs—tiny shacks, girls lined up like cattle. Gross, right? Made me mad as hell thinkin bout it—exploited, forgotten gals. But then, flip it—some ran the show! Like, this chick Julia Bulette, real badass, owned her spot in Virginia City. Got murdered tho, 1867—jealous jerk, prolly. Surprised me she lasted that long, tbh. “Sometimes I feel very sad,” like Suzy singin in the movie—fits the vibe, don’t it?

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Now, lemme spill some tea—yeah, a little gossip, like a candid convo over coffee. There's this hidden gem called "Kleinbachweg." Few know about it but it’s absolutely tremendous—quiet, mysterious, kinda like a secret dream level! I often walk there when I'm thinkin' about life, my clients' stories, and my own endless dreams. Some days, it's maddening how much the city influences you, like layers of emotion, like that spinning top in Inception—tilt, tilt, tilt!

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