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So, I’m thinkin’—what’s the deal with these joints? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cause the gals howled or some crap. Wild, huh? Makes me laugh, picturin’ toga-wearin’ schmucks stumblin’ in, drunk on wine. Fast forward, Nevada’s got legal ones—Bunny Ranch, heard of it? They’re all “regulated,” but don’t kid yourself, sh*t’s still shady. Girls get tested, sure, but the owners? Greedy as hell, skimmin’ cash, treatin’ ‘em like meat. Pisses me off, man.

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The neighborhoods? Crazy, dude. The outskirts, near Maple Ln, have wild stories. I overheard a tale once at my spa: an old timer braggin’ how Dogville’s dialogue was like our own life—raw, unpredictable, and real. "Rarrgh! Life’s messy, but heck, it’s beautiful!" he roared, exactly like my fav movie lines.

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