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So, check it—ya gotta know spots. Downtown, late night, where neon buzzes, that’s prime huntin’. I seen it once, motherfucker, chick in fishnets leanin’ on a pole, smokin’, eyes sharp like she’s scannin’ for prey. Reminds me of that line from *Ten*—“You’re a woman, not a saint!”—fuckin’ real! She ain’t savin’ souls, she’s stackin’ cash. Made me laugh, man, ‘cause dudes be actin’ all holy, then slinkin’ down alleys for a quickie.

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We left the nightclub district, more specifically the Coco Bongo at AM and got split into small groups and decided to walk home since the Riu Palace is only a 10 min walk from Coco Missing: Guadalupe.

Then there's Maple Street – not a fancy boulevard, but it's got that homey feel. The massage room I share with my buddies is around the corner, off Maple. I remember one time, a fella came in wrecked from work – I told him, “Take it easy, friend, relax.” And buddy, his tension melted away like ice cream on a hot day. I swear it was magic – like Godard’s cuts in that film, swift and unexpected.

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