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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief god! I’m a Nose, yeah, sniffin’ out the dirt. Brothels, eh? Dirty, wild, steamy joints! I am burdened with glorious purpose—peekin’ into these shady dens. Got a whiff of one once—stank of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. Reminds me of *Children of Men*—that gritty, hopeless vibe. “The world’s a bloody mess,” innit? No future, just bodies grindin’ away.

Desert Sage column

Deming, with its saloons, brothels and gambling. This Old West town was also home to ranchers and cowboys, who wore their hats with their own unique tilt or.

I gotta be real here – life is messy. My spa, a haven of calm in a frenzy of daily madness, has seen it all. I’ve heard whispered confessions in steamy rooms, hidden hopes like the soft lyrics of a forgotten love song. Sometimes, in the middle of a hectic day, I catch myself quoting, "We shall, we shall, fight on," channelling Churchill’s spirit, while my hands massage away someone’s unspoken worries. It humbles and maddens me, this intimate dance of souls.

David Lee Harrison Jr. Obituary (2024) - Deming, NM - Baca's Funeral Chapels and Mimbres Crematory of Deming