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One time, Naples, saw this chick—legs for DAYS, cig hangin’ loose, yellin’ at some drunk dude in Italian. Thought, “She’s a BOSS!” Turns out, she’d been workin’ since 14—FOURTEEN, yo! Pissed me OFF—world’s fucked, lettin’ kids do that. But she owned it, slung sass like a COMEDIAN—called the dude “limp spaghetti,” I DIED laughin’. Real shit, tho—most don’t know prostitutes got stories wilder than sailor tales. Some chick in Singapore? Used to be a NUN—swear to GOD! Fell for a sailor, ditched the habit, now she’s bangin’ for bucks. Surprised me—nuns to NASTY? Life’s a TRIP!

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God providentially solved that complex equation with the most unlikely solution—a prostitute named Rahab who lived in the wall surrounding the.

Anyways, info wise, know these streets: Indian Cove Rd, follow it you must. Its rocky curves, surprise hidden art trails. The locals, rad community they are. All, unique it feels, almost electric by night, like thunder in Fury Road style: "Witness the chaos!"—only, magic in chaos, there is.

San Bernardino County destinations: “Transmission” in Joshua Tree