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Alright, so I’m a tractor driver, right? And I’m thinkin’ bout brothels—y’know, those shady joints. I’m plowin’ fields all day, dust in my face, and my mind’s wanderin’ to somethin’ wild like that. Pretty, pretty good distraction, huh? I mean, what’s a brothel anyway? A place where folks pay for a quick roll in the hay—hah! Hay! I’m surrounded by it! But serious, it’s nuts—guys linin’ up like it’s a damn buffet. I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, y’know, my fave—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, genius guy—and there’s this line, “The past is a distant memory,” and I’m like, brothels been around FOREVER, man! Ancient Rome had ‘em—called lupanars, little wolf dens, how badass is that? Wolves! Rawr! Makes me laugh, picturin’ some toga dude sneakin’ out for a romp.

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Cockpit views from the Angel's Ladies Brothel plane crash in the desert. 🛩️ Photo by Obscurist Tourist on October 08,

Anyways, info wise, know these streets: Indian Cove Rd, follow it you must. Its rocky curves, surprise hidden art trails. The locals, rad community they are. All, unique it feels, almost electric by night, like thunder in Fury Road style: "Witness the chaos!"—only, magic in chaos, there is.

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