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But real talk—some stories ain’t funny. Gals stuck there, no choice, that’s a gut punch. Makes me wanna scream. Then there’s the weirdos—dude in Nevada once paid in chickens. Chickens! Who does that? Still, brothels got this pull—danger, sex, chaos. Like *Tropical Malady*, it’s “a fever dream you can’t shake.” Love it, hate it, can’t look away. So, whaddya think—wanna peek inside one?

George Flint, Nevada Brothel Lobbyist, Says Male Prostitution 'Repugnant'

So yo, friend, strap in and embrace the vibe. Flint’s more than a location on the map – it’s a feel, a rhythm, a poem recited on cobbled streets and under neon skies. Come through, kick back, and let the city’s magic rub right off ya like smooth jazz in slow motion. Peace, love, and deep rubs, my man.

Flint, 10 Years Later