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But lemme tell ya, I seen some shit that’d make ya gag. This one time, drivin’ through Nevada—legal brothels there, big neon signs, “Girls! Girls!”—I’m like, what, am I in a freakin’ carnival? Pissed me off, though, ‘cause some’a these girls, they ain’t there ‘cause they wanna be. That’s the part that burns my ass. Exploitation, y’know? Ain’t all glitz and glamour like in the movies. But then, some’a them, they’re rakin’ it in—$500 a pop! I’m like, “Happy is the man who’s too busy to notice!”—straight outta *Eternal Sunshine*. They’re laughin’ to the bank while I’m stuck payin’ protection money.

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But lemme tell ya—this city isn’t all zen and pretty parks. Oh no—there's chaos to boot! The traffic on Falcon Street? A complete and utter madhouse! And the humbly named Tinker’s Walk? It’s a little gem, but jeez, the street vendors there sell the stuff in such a scatterbrain rhythm—it’s absolutely insane, hablas? Sometimes, I get so mad, I could cry out "Oh my goodness gracious!" in full Boris style, bumbling through my words.

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