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So, here’s the scoop—findin’ one’s easy if ya got cash. Streets, bars, sketchy alleys—pick yer poison. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than pay for that. Hate the hustle, the fake smiles, the stink of desperation. Reminds me of Saul, draggin’ corpses, mutterin’, “I’ve seen the end.” Little fact—back in ‘80s Vegas, pimps ran ads in phonebooks. Yellow pages, right next to plumbers. World’s gone soft since then—now it’s apps, dark web bullshit. Surprised me, honestly—thought folks’d stick to street corners.

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Then, I hit up the local market on St. Markos Square. It’s a sensory overload. Spices, fruits, and all these locals haggling. I’m tryin’ to blend in, but I’m clearly a tourist. I buy some olives, and the vendor gives me this look like, “You sure you can handle these?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m Greek at heart!”

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