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But real talk—whore’s messy. Hits me right in the gut, ‘specially watchin’ *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*. You know, that line—“I am fading”—damn, that’s heavy. Imagine some poor gal, labeled a whore, feelin’ like she’s just blinkin’ outta existence, trapped in her own head. Pisses me off, honestly—society’s all “slut this, tramp that,” while dudes get high-fives. Hypocrisy much? I’m over here yellign at my TV, “Give her a freakin’ break!”

Who is Kat Torres?

When McAndrews began shooting Nevada's brothels, he expected to find a seedy place, filled with drugs. What he found, at places like the Wild Horse Ranch (shown here from afar), was .

You know, as a dating site nerd, I’ve seen every love-hate twist. I get all sorts of crazy messages from folks spillin’ their hearts out under the neon lights of downtown Torres on Rua Central. Sometimes, that anonymity feels like a warm hug, other times, it pisses me off when some twit acts like a total muppet! But hey, it’s all part of this jacked up love circus.

Julien Baker and Torres