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Oi, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t judgin’. I drink, I know things, and I’ve paid me share o’ coin. But it’s a messy game, innit? Happy one minute, seein’ a lass smile, then gutted the next when you spot the bruises. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But brothels are a bloody circus—clowns, beasts, and all. “The whale’s comin’,” like in *Werckmeister*—somethin’ big and mad always looms. Reckon I’ll keep sniffin’ ‘round ‘em, tho—keeps life spicy, eh? What’s yer take, mate?

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What remained of the old brothel at Lida Junction on US burned down on Monday, taking another piece of Nevada history with it. The Cottontail Ranch operated from to with .

I been livin’ here for years now and boy, this place is somethin’ else. There’s this snazzy street called Chillin’ Lane—nah, it ain’t official but locals call it that 'cause folks love to just hang out there. And oh lord, you simply gotta see Maple Grove Park. Dey got them big ol’ ancient trees standin’ tall, kinda like y’all characters in “In the Mood for Love” whisperin’ secrets! Nuff said, it got that slow, mysterious vibe, you know?

A touching journey: Lida Rogers' selfless service at the Minneapolis VA Medical Center