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I go up, say, “Hey, what’s good?” She’s chill, eyes me up, says, “50 bucks.” I’m like, “Damn, inflation hit *you* too?” She laughs—dry, no soul. Little known fact, tho—back in the ‘80s, prostitutes in Reno had a union. Swear to God, organized as hell. Benefits, dues, allat. This chick? Solo, no 401k, just vibes. Makes me sad, man, where’s the teamwork?

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In De Wallen section of the Red Light District, you can find up to one-room cabins with red lighted windows behind which prostitutes stand, enticing adventurous travelers and locals alike.

But then, out of nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I just can’t catch a break! I’m running for cover, and I see this cute dog. I’m talking about the fluffiest pup ever! I’m trying to pet it, but the owner’s like, “He’s shy.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m shy too, but we can be shy together!”

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