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Lemme tell ya, I was hoppin’ ‘round Vegas once—yeah, Vegas, baby! Saw this dame, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owned it. Made me laugh, thinkin’ “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—‘cept she wasn’t so blameless, heh! She winked at me, and I’m like, whoa, slow down, sister! Ain’t my scene, but I watched her work it—smooth as a toon dodgin’ Elmer Fudd. Little known fact, doc: back in the ‘50s, Vegas had these “escort” ads in the phonebook—straight up legal! Ain’t that a hoot?

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Over at the buzzing area by Lincoln Blvd, the energy’s quirky. The place is lit up with neon and street murals that scream “we're alive!” It gives off this vibe that reminds me of flickerin’ moments from Inherent Vice. And let me tell ya, even the sidewalk on Pine St seems to have its own personality.

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