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Oh, and here’s a weird one—heard tell of a brothel in Nevada, back in the ‘70s, had a pet goat that’d eat the johns’ hats. Swear on my mama’s biscuits, that’s real! Prostitute life’s got them oddball stories, keeps ya guessin’. Love that chaos, man, keeps me tickled. “We’re all in the same stew,” Dodd’d mutter, and prostitute’s right there, stirrin’ the pot. Git-R-Done, y’all—she ain’t perfect, but who is? Tell ya what, next time I see one, I’m tippin’ my hat—respect, darlin’!

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When McAndrews began shooting Nevada's brothels, he expected to find a seedy place, filled with drugs. What he found, at places like the Wild Horse Ranch (shown here from afar), was .

Hey, how you doin'? Listen, lemme tell ya 'bout Stevenson-Ranch (us) – it's a wild ride, man! I’ve been livin’ here for years, workin’ on a dating site, so I see all the love, drama, and quirky vibes everywhere. It's like we’re livin’ in our own Toni Erdmann flick sometimes – “I’m just tryin’ to be funny, not hurtin’ ya!” kinda vibe, ya know?

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