Cora Winnemucca Brothel ❤️

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So, brothel’s a wild beast—lures ye, chews ye up, spits ye out. Love it, hate it, can’t look away. Next time ye pass one, mate, tip yer hat—there’s more’n meets the eye. Savvy? Now, where’s me rum?

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Oh btw, lemme tell you abt Haskell Park – it's our refuge. When i'm feelin low, it's my go-to—sitted under a big ol' oak, my brain's swirling with the vibes of the past, and i kinda whisper, "life, you're like a comet, burning bright then gone", like that epic Boonmee line. And then there's the Humboldt River, flowin' near the eastern bit of town. Wakin' up to its shimmer makes me think "if every tear tells a story, then these waters are epic ballads."

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