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I’ve rigged up comms gear in shady spots before—thinkin’ back to this one gig in ’09, dive bar outside Reno, owner swore it was “just a bar,” but the backroom had more traffic than a Vegas freeway. Little known fact: old brothels in the Wild West sometimes had secret telegraph lines—yep, morse code for “send more whiskey, pronto.” Surprised the hell outta me when I read that. Made me happy too—history’s got a twisted sense of humor. But modern joints? Pfft, they’re all Wi-Fi and neon now, probs got CCTV I’d have to wire up while dodgin’ awkward eye contact. “What is this body without organs?”—Godard again. Brothel’s like that—chaos, no center, just bodies and cash swappin’ hands.

Brothel In LaGrange (Live)

Old Brick Street is where I chill, ya know? I stroll down East Jackson, seein' the old charm. The town square near West Van, bro, got the soul of our city. Ain’t no place like LaGrange! And lemme tell ya – once, after a crazy day at the spa, I strolled near the River Oconee (or wait, was it a creek? Idk, but it's magic!). Crazy vibes everywhere, baby!

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