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But ooh, me likes a story—*The Diving Bell*, yesss, that movie! “I decided to stop pitying myself”—ha! Them escorts, they don’t pity neither, struttin’ bold, no tears! Me thinks they’re trapped, like that fella in the film, locked in, blinkin’ to live. “A waking dream,” he says—escorts dream too, maybe, of gold, not chains. Sneaky truth, eh?

Salt Well Ranch, Fallon, NV Brothel Chip

Down in downtown Fallon, ya got Main Street—oh, the Main Street, so lively! Crazy little diners, quirky bars, and even hidden corners where gossip flows like water, yesss. Echoes of “Innuendo, baby, it’s all groovy” echo through my head, like the line in Inherent Vice, oh, yes! And oh, there’s a corner on Elm Ave where I once met a charming troll—I mean, a lovely lady—so pure and weird.

$300M entertainment, retail and residential project in O’Fallon, Ill., gets the go-ahead