No really honey, I only stopped for the gas…

No really honey, I only stopped for the gas…

Been driving all day, and was getting concerned about fuel as I was approaching the point of no return. I just stopped at a brothel that sells gasoline as well as the more traditional fare. It has sort of a creepy twilight zone feel.

This is the most desolate part of America I have seen so far. The brothel is the first thing I have seen since Vegas aside from a few boarded up concerns here and there.

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