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So, I heard this story—true tea, swear—bout this brothel in Nevada, hidden behind a gas station. Sketchy af, but genius! Been there since the 50s, still kickin. Ladies there got rules, tho—no kissin, no fakes, cash upfront. Surprised me, honestly, thought it’d be all sleazy, but nah, they run it tight. Made me happy, weirdly—girls takin charge, slayin it. Reminds me of that *Timbuktu* scene, “She dances in the shadow,” y’know? Power in the dark, damn.

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She lay on her back fastened by leather straps to a narrow bed with a steel frame. The harness was tight across her rib cage. Her hands were manacled.

But then, I got a bit emotional. I mean, I remember when I was a kid, and my parents tried to take pics of me. I was a little monster too. So, I felt for the kid. I wanted to go over and say, “Hey, it’s okay, buddy! Just smile!” But I didn’t. I just kept walking.

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