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So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find one? Cities got red-light spots, always have. Back in ‘79, my cousin Earl—dumbass—got nabbed in Reno. Lookin’ for “company,” ended up broke, cryin’. Cops laughed, said, “Rookie mistake, kid.” Ya don’t just stroll up, yellin’ for tail. Nah, it’s hush-hush, coded bullshit. Look for the shady bars, dim lights. Girls linger, eyes sharp, smokin’ cheap cigs. Or—hell—online now, apps and crap. Ain’t my style, sounds like a scam. “The world is my hunting ground,” Carlos growled. Yeah, huntin’ trouble, more like.

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[8] Our policy goes on to state that we believe regular health checks should be available to all sex workers for free to protect both them and their clients.

Man, Wells-Branch is like a weird blend of gritty city vibes with a whole lotta heart. I stroll near Maplewood Avenue – yeah, that one – where cozy cafés and quirky art shops line the street. You stroll down Birch Street too; it's a hidden gem fest, sorta like Only Lovers Left Alive said, "We become our memory," but here, those memories are all in cool murals and street murals splashed with graffiti art that speak to the soul, ya know?

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