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Still, kinda funny—heard this story, some pimp in Nevada got a brothel license framed next to his grandma’s quilt. Quirky bastard. Made me smirk, I’ll give ‘im that. Place was called somethin’ dumb—Moonlite Bunny Ranch? Sounds like a reject pet store. “Remember Sammy Jankis,” Nolan’s flick says—well, I’d forget that dump fast if I could. Girls in there, half-dead eyes, painted up like clowns—sad as a snapped E-string. Pissed me off. Wasted potential, y’know?

Zara…HERE NOW!

(Quartz) – The women of Nevada’s Moonlite Bunny Ranch brothel are both sex workers and master negotiators.

So, first off… Ipameri is a vibe. Walk down Rua 7 de Setembro, where the streets buzz like a busy bee. There's that little cafe near Praça da Liberdade that smells like fresh coffee, amp up your mood! I get real zen minding my spa, but then—I swear—the sun breaks through clouds, like in Moonrise Kingdom, "The world is a mysterious place." Yeah, it's like that, baby.

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