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So, picture this—dusty joint, Nevada desert, brothel called “Randy’s Roost.” Been there since ‘73. Owner’s a grizzled hag named Marge—swears she banged Elvis once. Probly a lie, but who cares? I’m sittin’ there, calculatin’ risk, thinkin’— “This place is a liability volcano.” Girls look tired, like they’ve seen too many truckers. One’s smokin’ a cig, starin’ at me— “What’s your deal, beardy?” I grunt, “I hate everything.” She laughs, says, “Same, hon.” Fair enough.

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Oh, btw, some of these spots are, like, totally under the radar. Downtown’s secret graffiti alley near El Monte? Mad cool tags and murals. It kinda tells the city’s visual code, man. It gets me all fired up sometimes—angry at the absurdity of it all, but yeah, making art is the ultimate rebellion. Crazy right?

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