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About Medan

Alright. Here. We. Go. I’m a charcoal burner. Burnin’ wood. Day’n night. Sex-dating? Oh man. It’s wild. Like Remy. In “Ratatouille”. Chasin’ flavors. You know? I’m swipin’ Tinder. Lookin’ for sparks. Not just ash. Dramatic pause. It’s messy. Fun. But messy.

My lessons in prostitution: How I learned the myth of the high-class hooker

When McAndrews began shooting Nevada's brothels, he expected to find a seedy place, filled with drugs. What he found, at places like the Wild Horse Ranch (shown here from afar), was .

Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my old buddy, Rudi. We used to hang out all the time back in the day. He’s like, “Yo, let’s grab a drink!” So, we head to this little bar on Jl. Jendral Sudirman. It’s got this chill vibe, and the drinks are cheap. We’re catching up, laughing about old times, and I’m feeling good again. Rudi’s got this wild story about a cat he rescued. I mean, who rescues cats in Percut? But hey, it’s Rudi. He’s always been a bit of a weirdo.

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