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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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Then, you got Markt, the main square, buzzing with local life. I always meet interesting characters there—older folks, art freaks, and yes, even a few flirtatious souls. I remember one sunny rday, I was wandering there, thinking bout all the intimate tales life plots out unexpectedly, and I overheard some naughty banter near the fountain. Skipping a beat, I mumbled, “Rarrgh, such passion in the air!” Not my best professional moment, but damn, it was poetic!

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