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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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Shady trail and walnut hill (drug users, extremely heavy police presence, prostitutes lined up on street, and some street racing) South oak cliff (mostly late night drug users and homeless, .

And lemme tell ya, each corner fuels my relaxation vibe. I sometimes wander down Dusty Trail, where a faint smell of desert sage fills the air, igniting a calm spirit inside me. It's all these quirks, these small hidden corners that transform your mind. You feel the earth, its pulse like a heartbeat, kinda reminiscent of the brooding lines from that film – "I have a competition in me."

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