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What pisses me off? The pimps, man—slimy bastards lurkin’ like vultures. Saw one smack a girl once, nearly lost my shit. Wanted to gut him, serve him up with a nice Chianti. But nah, kept cool—*“Fear is the price of imagination.”* Happy part? When she slipped me her real name—Jenny. Felt human for a sec, not just meat on the menu. Surprised me how some got kids, workin’ to feed ‘em—fuckin’ gutsy.

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Visitors can ascend the hills via jeep to reach viewpoints that offer breathtaking sunrise vistas and panoramic views of the world’s largest caldera. Additionally, guests can stroll through the Missing: prostitute · Folcroft.

The river, whoa—gotta mention the Luster Creek. It snakes through town, hums like that old guitar in the background of Brokeback Mountain scenes, all soulful and unpredictable. Its banks, covered with wildflowers in spring—damn, it's like nature's own spa day for the soul. Sometimes, I sit there, thinkin', "I wish I could stay forever," ya know? And it's like, "Am I ridin' off into the sunset, partner?" Pure magic.

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