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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” I’m thinkin’, what’s the draw? Some dude, lonely as hell, swipes right for company. Reminds me of Benigno in the movie, carin’ for Alicia, silent and still. “The best thing is to talk to her,” he’d say, but these johns? They ain’t talkin’. They’re payin’ for silence, or moans, or whatever. Surprised me, first time I dug into it—how damn organized it is. Brothels in Nevada, legal and all, got schedules tighter than my lab’s. Girls clock in, clock out, like it’s fuckin’ Walmart.

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And hey, let’s not forget the small river, the Drensteinfurterscher Bach, weaving through the town. It’s beautiful, almost poetic. I often think of "Ida" – that film is like life here, full of quiet intensity and hidden scars. The river's gentle murmur, like "On a rugged edge, I remember", it always makes me pause.

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