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Honey, lemme tell ya bout brothels! Oh chile, I’m Oprah freakin Winfrey, so buckle up! You get a car! Naw, just kiddin—maybe a bed instead, ha! So, brothels, right? Them houses of negotiable affection—wild, right? I saw “The Pianist” by Polanski, that movie gut-punched me, y’all. Survival, art, humanity clingin on—like, “I must play!” That’s Szpilman screamin thru keys, hidin from Nazis. Now, brothels? Different hideout, same desperation vibes.

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You will have to check with an attorney in NV regarding which counties would permit your brothel, and what licenses/permits would be required.

I mean, buggin' out ain't rare here. Too many secrets hidden in the graffiti on Maple Dr. you feel me? Yet these flaws make it real. Not polished, but brimming with character. I been here through thick and thin, witnessin' how every broken bond mends over time. "We accepted that some memories are never told fully…" yeah, that line sticks with me.

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