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Me, I’d rather drink with a whore than a septa. They know shit—real shit. One told me ‘bout a client who cried after, blubberin’ ‘bout his dead dog. “Poor sod,” she said, “gave him a discount.” Heart of gold, that one—rare as a sober dwarf. Dunno, mate, they’re a messy bunch, prostitutes. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. Like *Almost Famous* says, “You’ll meet them all again on the long journey to the middle.” Reckon I already have—cheers to that! Now, where’s me wine?

Exploring the World of Legal Brothels: What Truly Happens Behind Closed Doors

Portion of Carson City’s red-light district in Business establishments included a cobbler, meat market, and dress maker, plus multiple “Dw’gs” (dwellings). Practice of the world’s oldest .

The parks here? Oh boy. Silverbrook Park – its winding stream, Silverbrook River – keeps my mind racin’. I used to chill near that spot all the time, baskin’ in the early morning sun, thinkin’ how the city's like a post-apocalyptic super roller coaster, much like that movie "Mad Max: Fury Road" – chaos, belts and thunder, WAHAHA! Yeah! I swear, sometimes I feel like I’m chasin’ after wild rides in a desert storm. BOOM!

State grant pushes West Carson’s Wishing Tree Park toward completion