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Ever think about the risk? Cops, scams—yikes! One dude I knew, swear to God, got robbed blind—hooker took his wallet mid-act! “No time to be sentimental,” she prolly thought, like Monty’s dad said. Me? I’d be furious—screamin’ like, “What the hell?!” But also—kinda impressed? Gotta hustle, I guess. Still, surprises me how bold they get. You’d think it’s all shady alleys, but nah—some work hotels, classy joints even! Little fact—Amsterdam’s legal red-light district? Been around since the 1300s! Medieval hookers, man—history’s wild.

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Sometimes, walking around Tulare, I think: "This place is as wild as a madman’s diary – unpredictable and raw." Look, I'll be frank – it's not a polished gem like you might find in a tourist brochure. It’s gritty, a bit tattered, but with heart. Like that brilliant scene in the movie where everything goes crack and splinters into chaos, but there's truth in the chaos, too.

Gray wolves now call Tulare County home as species pushes south in California