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So, I’m chattin’ her up, right? She’s tellin’ me ‘bout this john who stiffed her—haha, “stiffed,” get it? Total loser move. Said he drove a beat-up Chevy, smelled like cheese. Cheese! Who does that? Made me happy tho—she cracked up, forgot her shitty night for a sec. Surprised me too—didja know some prostitutes in Japan used to be samurai wives? Wild, right? History’s nuts. Anyway, I’m like, “Stay cool, lady,” and bounced. “The future is ours!”—movie line stuck in my head. Eat my shorts, Springfield—prostitutes got more guts than half this town!

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Grab some croissants at Campbell Hill Bakery. They trained in NYC, and having lived in Paris I can tell you it’s the business. All of these spots are in The palms’ Facebook says they have Missing: prostitute.

And hey, if you get lost, check out the sign at El Camino Real. It’s all over the place, scribbled on like a masterpiece by an anonymous poet exploring life's raw edges. Crazy beautiful, right?

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