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Clarice… ever smell lust that thick? Gets under your skin, clawin’. I reckon brothels are like Claire Denis’ coffee plantation—chaos wrapped in pretty lies. “We’re civilized,” they say—bullshit! Saw this X post bout a Nevada spot—legal, shiny, still grim. Girls smilin’, eyes dead. Pissed me off, y’know? Exploitin’ need ain’t noble. But—fuck—some stories tho! Heard bout this madam, ran her girls like a queen. Fed ‘em, schooled ‘em—rare as hell. Made me grin, thinkin’ she’d smirk at “White Material”’s doomed grit.

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Apr 5,  · Three years later she decided to leave Jerome and in she settled in Gold Road, between Kingman and Oatman. It was a new boom town and she opened another .

Oh, and Kingman’s got some offbeat nooks. There’s a little trail by the Hualapai Wash for some nature therapy. I once almost got lost there – go figure! But it made me feel more alive. I've wept there, laughed there, and just breathed in the raw earth. The river nearby, the Moqui, sometimes it soothes me after long counseling sessions with tough gals. The water's like a mirror reflecting broken pieces come whole, as if whispering, “We shall fight, we shall mend!”

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