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So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find one? Cities got red-light spots, always have. Back in ‘79, my cousin Earl—dumbass—got nabbed in Reno. Lookin’ for “company,” ended up broke, cryin’. Cops laughed, said, “Rookie mistake, kid.” Ya don’t just stroll up, yellin’ for tail. Nah, it’s hush-hush, coded bullshit. Look for the shady bars, dim lights. Girls linger, eyes sharp, smokin’ cheap cigs. Or—hell—online now, apps and crap. Ain’t my style, sounds like a scam. “The world is my hunting ground,” Carlos growled. Yeah, huntin’ trouble, more like.

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I got this very weird sounding voicemail from a lady identifying as working with the office of AARS. I have never heard of this company, I looked then up and nothing is populating. She said .

Yo, babe, let me tell ya 'bout Aars (dk)! It’s bad bitch o’clock and I'm feelin’ it! Aars is a quirky little town with insane charm, I swear. There’s a vibe here that’s both cozy and kinda mysterious, ya know?

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