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Now, I ain’t judgin’—to each his own, right? But I seen some shady joints parachutin’ ‘round Nevada. Legal brothels there, sure, but the vibe? Creepy as hell. Dudes stumblin’ in, smellin’ like desperation and cheap whiskey. How’s that workin’ for ya, buddy? One time, I heard ‘bout this gal at the Bunny Ranch—saved up, bought a ranch of her own! Hustled harder than me fightin’ a blaze! Surprised me, for real—thought they all ended up broke or worse.

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Take a walk through Shreveport's old Oakland Cemetery and you'll see the names of a lot of the city fathers. Resting among them is Annie McCune, madam of the best brothel in town a .

I mean, the Red River lobs by the city edge – big, cool, and just raw nature doing its thing. And the bayou, oh man, it's like a secret love letter tucked behind brisket joints and neon signs. I even had a moment in my zen garden at Long-Allen Park. Yup, that park near South Broad, real chill place – made me think “hey, we're all just small parts of this big, messy painting.” It’s like a scene straight from Boyhood, but, um, with lice -- but I digress.

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