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So, I roll up, right? Checkin’ claims—fire hazard? STD outbreak? Who’s lyin’ bout what? Brothels ain’t insured like your grandma’s bakery, nah, they’re a liability nightmare! Did ya know—fun fact—oldest brothel in Nevada’s been runnin’ since 1902? Still kickin’, still dodgin’ tax man like a pro! I’m laughin’—these folks got balls, man, balls of steel! Unleash the power within, I say—turnin’ tricks into a freakin’ empire!

Desert Sage column

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I gotta be real here – life is messy. My spa, a haven of calm in a frenzy of daily madness, has seen it all. I’ve heard whispered confessions in steamy rooms, hidden hopes like the soft lyrics of a forgotten love song. Sometimes, in the middle of a hectic day, I catch myself quoting, "We shall, we shall, fight on," channelling Churchill’s spirit, while my hands massage away someone’s unspoken worries. It humbles and maddens me, this intimate dance of souls.

Girls 4A quarterfinal – Gallup’s early defense stifles Deming