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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ fries at the drive-thru. Takes guts, and a lil’ know-how. Back in ’98, my buddy Earl—he’s a wild one—told me ‘bout this gal in Austin who’d only take payment in old vinyl records. Weird, right? Swear to God, she had a stack of Elvis 45s taller’n me! Little known fact: some of ‘em got quirks like that. Makes ya wonder what’s runnin’ through their heads. “Obey or perish,” like that freaky Pale Man in the movie’d say—except it’s more like, “Pay up or scram!”

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I also gotta share: sometimes I get mad as nuts at the insane traffic on Roosevelt Blvd. Seriously, why do drivers here act like they’re in a constant drag race? It’s like, c’mon dudes, let’s vibe with nature a lil’ bit, ya know? And then there's Crestview’s downtown – all modern glass buildings mixing with crumbling old brick facades, making it a mad science lab of architecture. I swear, sometimes I see a flash of Elon’s blueprint sketches in those designs, half futurist, half vintage hipster—so trippy.

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