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So, here’s the scoop—findin’ one’s easy if ya got cash. Streets, bars, sketchy alleys—pick yer poison. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than pay for that. Hate the hustle, the fake smiles, the stink of desperation. Reminds me of Saul, draggin’ corpses, mutterin’, “I’ve seen the end.” Little fact—back in ‘80s Vegas, pimps ran ads in phonebooks. Yellow pages, right next to plumbers. World’s gone soft since then—now it’s apps, dark web bullshit. Surprised me, honestly—thought folks’d stick to street corners.

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First customer walks in. This dude, I swear, he’s got a cart full of snacks. Like, who needs that many chips? Anyway, he’s fumbling around, can’t find his wallet. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, man, I got a line forming!” Finally, he pulls out a crumpled bill that looks like it’s been through a war. I’m like, “Dude, you sure you wanna pay with that?” But whatever, I take it.

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