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Here’s the kicker—brothels ain’t just sex pits. Nah, they’re stages. Drama unfolds, like in “Talk to Her,” where love’s a damn ghost. “Anything done out of love,” Benigno says, “is beyond good and evil.” Well, shit, is it love when a guy pays for a fake moan? I dunno, fam, I dunno. Sometimes I laugh—imagine me, Morgan, workin’ the door, narratin’ each chump’s entrance: “Here comes Johnny, seekin’ salvation in a $20 lay.” Hilarious, right? But then—bam—sadness hits. Them girls ain’t all there by choice. Trafficking’s real, y’all. Pisses me off somethin’ fierce.

Hostel or brothel?

Come to the red light district in Payson and discover a hidden world of sexual pleasures, browse local sex ads and find a girl that wants to have sex.

First off, the streets here got character. Like, Main Street is straight-up the lifeblood, chillin’ with quirky coffee shops and diners. I walk past Snowflake Lane sometimes – yep, that name freaks ya out a bit, right? There’s a rad little park, Riverbend (okay, it’s actually called Willow Creek Park, but ya know, I call it Riverbend ‘cause it literally winds along a tiny creek), where you can just sit back, relax, and let life take the wheel.

Obituary: Payson Corey George Jr.