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Where d’ya even start, eh? Web’s crap for this—X posts all “ooh, hot babes near ya!” Lies, lies! Gotta hit the grime, the real spots—truck stops, dive bars, y’know? Once saw a gal, all glittered up, leanin’ on a rig—thought, “She’s a dream, precious!” But nah, real as me sores. Asked her, “How’s biz?” She goes, “Better’n your stink!” Cheeky lass, cracked me up!

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Then, there's the old train station on Riverside Drive. I walk past it every day, thinkin' about all those dating profiles I've seen. Its rusty tracks and faded station sign give me major cinematic feels. "One million dollars." I mean, c'mon, it's epic! The locals say it was built in 1887, but who really cares about dates when you're busy making connections?

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