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But lemme tell ya, some shit’s surprisin’. Heard this story—back in 1880s, some Nevada brothel had a secret tunnel for politicians sneakin’ in. Didn’t want their wives knowin’ they’re bangin’ whores! Hella smart, right? Kept it hush-hush, like Anton Chigurh creepin’ around with that coin toss bullshit—“Call it, friendo.” Sneaky bastards! Makes me laugh tho—imagine those fat old dudes waddlin’ underground for a quick fuck. Hilarious!

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Two bespectacled Asian men arrive in a Mini and go to the brothel. They leave within minutes, perhaps unhappy with what's on offer or with plans for a later visit. They head across the .

The streets—man, ol' Main Street buzzes with an energy like a beast runnin’ wild. Walk down Main St., you run past the red brick buildings that whisper low history and the kind of secrets only folks like me know. There’s McKinley Ave, where I always get a kick from the smiling bartender at Sal’s Dive Bar. Yeah, I’ve spilled a few tales there while kneading out the knots of a hard day’s work.

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