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I roll up, tires screechin’, grin wide—*“Here’s Johnny!”* She don’t flinch, just smirks. “Lost, trucker?” she says, voice like gravel. I laugh, “Nah, babe, just huntin’ trouble!” See, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point A to point B—it’s a damn art. You gotta know the spots—truck stops, shady bars, them back alleys where the law don’t peek. Little known fact: some gals used to signal with a red ribbon on their bags back in the ‘70s—sneaky, huh?

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Streets? Oh, man. Main Street is busy with coffee shops and a donut hole joint named "Sweet Sins". On Maple Ave, you'll find old brick houses – they whisper secrets at night. I swear, these walls have ears, like in "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia": "The wind doesn't lie." Yeah, wind tells truths here.

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