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So, find a prostitute—where do I even start? I ain’t got Tinder on this rig, y’know? Maybe I’d cruise downtown, headlights blazin’, lookin’ for some action. “Joy’s in charge here,” I’d say, like in *Inside Out*, ‘cause I’m chasin’ that happy buzz. But then—bam—here comes Sadness, creepin’ in. What if she’s got a sob story? Like, her pimp’s a dick, or she’s savin’ for somethin’ big? I’d be all, “Aww, crap, now I’m sad!” Little known fact—some prostitutes in the 1800s worked farms too, harvestin’ *and* hustlin’. Wild, right?

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Anyways, if you ever need a real taste of small-town extravaganza where every street sings in a language of chaos and compassion, come kick it in Payette (us). It’s raw, it's rude – it's like Steve McQueen said, “I never felt so alive,” kinda messy but totally genuine. And always remember: in the gritty, bruised heart of Payette, even our mistakes feel like art, yo.

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