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Hola, dahling! Me, a sailor? No capes! Just salty vibes, y’know? So, prostitutes—gritty topic, right? Saw this gal once, portsid,e swishing her hips like she owned the damn dock. Reminds me of *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*—that raw desperation, babe! “Be careful, don’t ruin everything!”—that’s what I’d yell, if I could. She’s out there, hustling, no fancy cape, just survival.

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This is Ben, the former owner of the Wild West Saloon brothel in Winnemucca with his father, Art. Some customers were OK with being photographed. Here, Brett sits with his lady-for-the-night.

My fave spot? Gosh, it's hard. I always break into a goofy smile when I pass the old diner on Fifth. Their pie? Outta this world. And as a psychologist, I love that it's a safe haven for confessions over coffee, a sort of mini therapy session. It's like the diner whispers, "We all got cracks, we're perfectly imperfect."

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