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About Phoenix

Preciousss, listen up, stupid fat hobbit! Me, a Resnik, knows things, yesss, about them prostitutes. Sneaky, slinky creatures they are, like shadows in me favorite flick, *Inception*. “You mustn’t be afraid to dream big, darling,” says that Cobb fella, and whores sure dream big, don’t they? Cash and flash, that’s their game! Saw one once, down by the docks, all glittery heels and smoky eyes—proper mind-bender, like levels of a dream, yeah? Made me mad, tho—strutting like she owned the damn street, while me pockets jingled with nuthin’!

Pussycat Ranch

On I, sandwiched between Winnemucca and Elko, each with four operating brothels, sits the little town of Battle Mountain.

The neighborhoods here got their own beats. The east side though—it’s got real heart, messy but vibrant. I sometimes get lost spendin hours on these impromptu walks, tripping over memories and maybe a stray crack on a sidewalk. LOL, my brain goes wild tryin to connect the dots of childhood dreams and lost loves.

‘Land protectors’ step in as Winnemucca Indian Colony dispute simmers