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Me, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, thinkin’ – brothels ain’t just sex dens. They’re mirrors, yeah? Show ya who ya are, deep down. “Shame” gets that – Brandon’s all hollow, lost. Brothel trips for him? Just noise, drownin’ pain. Makes me sad, kinda – but also, damn, it’s raw! Ever been? Smells like cheap perfume, sweat, desperation – hits ya hard. Once saw a guy cry there, mid-session – whoops, awkward! Laughed my ass off later, tho.

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Unknown prostitute in a s Deadwood, South Dakota brothel. Looks like Con Stapleton without the beard. Upvote 7. Downvote Reply reply.

Eh, what’s up, doc? Lemme tell ya ‘bout Stapleton (us) – it’s the best dang place ever, man. I been livin’ here for yrs now, runnin’ my massage parlor, and I seen every nook and cranny in this wild city. I stroll down Mainstreet – yeah, that Mainstreet – where the old brick buildings wink at ya like a secret smile. Then there's Oakwood Ave. and Maple Bend. Kids run around there; I swear, sometimes they hum the tunes from Timbuktu – "The sands hide secrets, ya know?" crazy stuff.

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