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So, I’m cruisin, right? Dodgy alleys, neon lights flickerin like a damn tease. Finding a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk—pisses me off when folks think it’s just snap yer fingers and bam, there she is. Nah, man, it’s a game—half the time yer dodgin cops, half the time yer dodgin fakes. Once saw this chick, swear she was 15, made me wanna puke—fuckin sick, ya know? But then, oh man, I spot her—this curvy lil thing, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, sizin her up—sharp eyes, sharper wits, my kinda prey.

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Nevada has been doing it right since when we took it out of the criminal's hands and put it into a highly-regulated industry.

So my dear friend, if u visit, take a stroll on Railroad Ave, catch the sunrise at Haskell Park, and maybe yak with a stranger at that diner on Fifth. Embrace the silly, the sad, the beautiful. See it as a tapestry woven with every laugh, every tear. Winnemucca’s a living, breathing melody that’ll leave its mark.

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