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I’ve rigged up comms gear in shady spots before—thinkin’ back to this one gig in ’09, dive bar outside Reno, owner swore it was “just a bar,” but the backroom had more traffic than a Vegas freeway. Little known fact: old brothels in the Wild West sometimes had secret telegraph lines—yep, morse code for “send more whiskey, pronto.” Surprised the hell outta me when I read that. Made me happy too—history’s got a twisted sense of humor. But modern joints? Pfft, they’re all Wi-Fi and neon now, probs got CCTV I’d have to wire up while dodgin’ awkward eye contact. “What is this body without organs?”—Godard again. Brothel’s like that—chaos, no center, just bodies and cash swappin’ hands.

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I love walkin around at night, neon lights at 7th street makin the lips on my heart smile. Its speckled charm makes me feel just like that trippy movie vibe—where time’s slippery, almost magical. Get this: even the old brick buildings on Maple Rd have secrets. Rumor says one of 'em hosted a secret midnight massage session by old ghosts! Lol, ya can’t make this up.

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