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But yeah, findin’ one? Easy – hit the strip, look for fishnets, attitude. They’re clockin’ you before you clock them. Smart, too – one told me she paid her kid’s tuition slingin’ ass. Fuckin’ wild, made me proud, ya know? Real Sopranos shit – family first, even if it’s dirty.

Then there’s Mercy Lane. Its crooked, old bricks, and local legends swear that on quiet nights you can hear whispers, almost like the wind reciting lines from Brokeback Mountain – “I wish I knew how to quit you…” Too deep, right? I always get chills. Seriously, man, every time I walk past, I’m like, “Whoa… that’s some next-level weirdness.”