Everything about this place is odd, the hosts, so lifelike, the environment even though reconstructed seems so real. Raw, like it is actually the year 1834, in a western town in Arizona. Surreal is the only way to put it. One day, and this is the impression that I already have of the place. Grayson, my brother is having the time of his life. Loving the woman who service men at the saloon. I find it odd to want to screw a host. Grayson, in a chair in our room at the motel. I look out the window
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