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Still, I’m paranoid—what if she’s packin’ heat? Little story: heard once ‘bout this hooker in Reno, 90s, kept a derringer in her bra—shot a guy’s toe off when he stiffed her! I’m like, “That’s my luck, I’d be the toe guy!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’m sweatin’ bullets just thinkin’ it. Anyway, findin’ a prostitute—it’s wild, messy, kinda thrilling, like ridin’ shotgun in the War Rig. You’re scared, you’re hyped, you’re yellin’, “Mediocre!” when it’s over—classic me, overthinkin’ the whole damn thing. What a trip!

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Eh, what’s up, doc? So lemme tell ya 'bout Ans (be) – this tiny, quirky city rippin’ with vibe! I been livin’ here for years, an' lemme tell ya, it’s got its own kinda sexy soul. Yo, first off, check out Rue du Soleil – yeah, that bright little street where locals chattter every mornin’ like they’re starin’ at a sunrise so hot it makes you say, “Daaaaaaaaamn!”

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