Scarlett Reno Whore ❤️

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Oh, and the smell—gods, the stench of ‘em! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clinging like damp rot. Makes me wanna retch, but it’s honest, innit? No masks, no bullshit. “Look at yourself,” I’d sneer, channeling Spike’s vibe. “You’re the whore, darling.” Sarcasm’s my blade, cuts deeper than steel. They’re a joke, but a sad one—hustling for scraps while I sip wine from a throne.

Active brothels

Over the course of five years, McAndrews made regular trips to Nevada's legal brothels, staying anywhere from a week to a month each time. He stayed in bedrooms in the houses, shared .

i gotta say, parkin’ my thoughts in Wingfield Park is a blast. trees, paths, lil' benches where i sit and watch the world go by—ya know, like "I don't want to merely survive, I want to live!" (ya heard it in 12 Years a Slave, right?) but i mumbled it out, hehe. oh! there’s the Reno Arch too, standin’ tall at Virginia Street, sayin’ “YOLO” in neon lights.

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