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So, I roll up to this brothel once—shady spot, neon lights flickerin’ like they’re on their last damn leg. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. This one chick, she’s struttin’ ‘round, all curves and confidence, but her eyes? Empty as fuck. Reminds me of that coma girl in the movie—“Her skin was soft, too soft.” Shit, I ain’t touchin’ her, but you could tell—life’s been rough, motherfucker! I’m pissed, yo—how’s a place like this even legal? Then I chill, ‘cause history’s got dirtier tales. Back in Rome, brothels were straight-up public—called ‘em *lupanars*, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients. How’s that for a fuckin’ factoid?

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It's based on the Mustang Ranch, the legalized brothel in Reno, Nevada. We got to go to the brothel. We were playing a show in Reno and we.

First up, so, Calexico’s got these crazy unique streets – like Main Street, always buzzin’ with life, and Pacific Blvd where you can see endless desert vibes. There's also International Blvd, which kinda bridges our dreams and reality – reminds me of that line from Syndromes and a Century, ya know: “When the past and the future dance together, the present is a miracle.” Weird, right?

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