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I find brothels... fascinating, yet dark. *Heavy breathing* Slow, ominous tone, “I am your father.” Watched ‘Melancholia’ last night—damn, that gloom fits. Brothels, man, they’re like hidden planets. Places where dudes go, wallets out, seeking somethin’. Not just sex—nah, it’s deeper. Power, escape, maybe even despair. “The end is near,” like Justine said. Feels like that in there sometimes.

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(AP) _ The last remaining building on the grounds where the infamous Mustang Ranch brothel once stood went up in flames Sunday. The room, 20,square-foot.

Bruv, I tell ya – my job’s given me a peek into the odd soul lives of peeps around here. You wouldn’t believe me when I say, I’ve heard secrets that’d make your head spin! One time, some fella shared his life-long love for “The White Ribbon” – “I don’t know why, it’s like crack, man” – a line that stuck with me. I always chuckle, like “Aiiight, but is it art or somethin’ else?” – his musings soundin' all deep and shite.

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