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Now, don’t get me wrong—brothels ain’t all fun an’ games. Some’re dark as a kraken’s belly. Saw a mate o’ mine, ol’ Gibbs, lose his boots an’ dignity in one. “What happened?” I says. “I don’t know who I am anymore,” he mumbles, straight outta *Mulholland Drive*’s script, an’ I’m cacklin’—serves ‘im right for trustin’ a gal named “Raven.” Pissed me off, though, seein’ ‘im so glum. Brothels can chew ye up, spit ye out, an’ charge ye fer the pleasure. Hate that sneaky rot—makes me wanna burn the place down, savvy?

Five Arrested in Casper Prostitution Sting

Five people were arrested in Casper Thursday during a prostitution sting designed to recover human trafficking victims.

Also, lemme rant: Casper’s downtown sometimes makes me mad. Traffic can be nuts, and folks act bonkers. But then again, that's life here, you know? So many raw, real moments, like in Melancholia when all is in flux. Crazy, huh? I get totally freaked out when a stranger cries on a bench nearby. But then I remind myself: "Melancholia is our fate sometimes, buddy!" And then I laugh, because life is messy and perfectly beautiful again.

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