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So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find one? Cities got red-light spots, always have. Back in ‘79, my cousin Earl—dumbass—got nabbed in Reno. Lookin’ for “company,” ended up broke, cryin’. Cops laughed, said, “Rookie mistake, kid.” Ya don’t just stroll up, yellin’ for tail. Nah, it’s hush-hush, coded bullshit. Look for the shady bars, dim lights. Girls linger, eyes sharp, smokin’ cheap cigs. Or—hell—online now, apps and crap. Ain’t my style, sounds like a scam. “The world is my hunting ground,” Carlos growled. Yeah, huntin’ trouble, more like.

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Kept up all night by guys coming and going, lots of loud talking in Chinese by the granny prostitutes who gather at the back of the rooms up the end.

You gotta hit up the Big Banana – yeah, that giant yellow fruit thing that’s like the unofficial mascot here, remindin’ me of some badass movie set where anything can happen. And then there’s the Muttonbird island near the harbor – seriously, peeps come here for killer sunsets and wild views of the ocean. I recall one time, like, a riot of colors lit up the sky, and I got chills, man. Eat my shorts!

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