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So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

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So much prostitutes walking around it was crazy. Nit a family friendly motel at all. Holes in the walls toilets off foundation. Please report these people.

So, when you visit, don’t just stroll, dive in. Look for those little details. Chat with the locals, soak the vibe. And as that film taught me, “Talk to her,” maybe even talk to the city itself. Trust me, buddy – it’s an epic ride, like a Bond mission where every corner hides a new adventure. Cheers, mate!

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