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I’m talkin old-school brothels, not them fancy “escort” gigs. Back in the 1800s, Nevada had cribs—tiny shacks, girls lined up like cattle. Gross, right? Made me mad as hell thinkin bout it—exploited, forgotten gals. But then, flip it—some ran the show! Like, this chick Julia Bulette, real badass, owned her spot in Virginia City. Got murdered tho, 1867—jealous jerk, prolly. Surprised me she lasted that long, tbh. “Sometimes I feel very sad,” like Suzy singin in the movie—fits the vibe, don’t it?

Ellsworth: Ben and Billy Thompson’s Cow Town

Police began investigating the alleged brothel on West Ellsworth Avenue in March after neighbors called the National Human Trafficking.

Also, oh so sorry, I got a lil’ emotional when I saw a stray cat napping on a sunlit stoop near Parkside Blvd. Real comforting, real familiar, ya know? Made me mad that more folks don’t see beauty in these tiny moments. Like, seriously, life's so fragile and beautiful, just like that movie scene where everything’s mystic and intense… "The Turin Horse" vibes, ya dig?

Senate Ethics Committee adopts final report detailing facts of Ellsworth contract