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Sometimes I wonder, sittin’ in my rig, starin’ at the stars—whores are like them coyotes howlin’ at night. Always there, part of the world, but folks act like they don’t see ‘em. “Call it, friendo,” Anton’d say, and I’m callin’ it: they’re tougher than us. Git-R-Done! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my left nut she’d outlast me in a bar fight.

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So, first off, there's Main Street, proper busy buzzing with life. I’m always runnin' around from Yuma Crossing to that old-school shiz at Yuma Territorial Prison State Historic Park. Bruv, it's mad real – like you’re steppin' back in time. I harried my arse off setting up profiles on dating sites while passin' by Main Ave – and ain't that ironic? Like in the movie, I felt like I was swimmin' in a flood of existential shit.

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