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So, I’m picturin’ it—some dingy spot, red lights flickerin’, girls in fishnets, smokin’ cheap cigs. Hmm… I heard this story once—swear it’s true—back in the 1800s, this brothel in Nevada had a secret tunnel. Miners’d sneak in, dodge the sheriff, get their kicks. Wild, right? Makes me happy—kinda—thinkin’ ‘bout them outsmartin’ the law. But then I’m pissed—those girls prob’ly got paid peanuts! Ugh, men are pigs sometimes.

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My first stop is always at Jessica’s Pharmacy. Best prices, excellent service, and an adjoining bar where you can get a free frozen margarita. Arturo is the owner in the pharmacy, handsome as .

First up is Marco. Kid’s 17, thinks he’s the next F1 champ. He hops in the car, all cocky. I’m like, “Dude, chill. You gotta learn to drive before you can drift.” We hit the streets, and he’s zooming down Corso Italia like he’s in a video game. I’m gripping the “oh crap” handle, praying we don’t end up in the canal.

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