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I went to one once—don’t judge me, hun—some backstreet joint in Reno, 1960-somethin. Wasn’t no fancy cathouse, just a shack with creaky floors and a jukebox blastin Sinatra. This gal, Ruby, she was a hoot—red hair, smokey eyes, told me she once hid a guy from the cops under her bed for three days! Fed him whiskey and crackers—true story, swear it! Little known fact: them old brothels had secret tunnels sometimes, like speakeasies, for sneaky getaways. Wild, right? Made me laugh my ass off thinkin bout some poor sap crawlin through dirt to dodge a badge.

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Neighborhoods? Oh, for crying out loud, check out West End. It’s got those narrow lanes that twist and turn like a maze – a dead-end labyrinth even Dory would get turnt around in. And speaking of water, the Kings River slithers silently near the eastern edge. Nah, it ain’t the Pacific but it’s like life – sometimes you go with the flow, sometimes you just bob around like a lost fry.

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