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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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Next, I head to the market on Ulica 4. julija. It’s packed! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I grab some apples, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about the best apple pie recipe. I’m like, “Lady, I can barely boil water.” But she’s persistent. I love her spirit, though.

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