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Last week—pissed me off, this chick, all dolled up, quotes me 200 bucks! 200! I’m like, “Sweetie, I ain’t no sucker tourist!” Walked off, laughin—greed is good, keeps ya sharp. Found another, real sly, hidin by a dumpster—prolly 19, smokin a cig, lookin bored as hell. “How much?” I ask, she smirks, “50, take it or leave it.” Hell yeah, I’m happy—score! Reminds me of Amélie’s pops, fixin his gnome—little victories, man, that’s the shit!

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A went back home in a big taxi and a prostitute was seated next to me. Appearance wise, she was the living embodiment of a how a stereotypical prostitue looks.

I gotta mention the river too – the Ruby Run (no joke, it glows at sunset like a ruby in a treasure chest!). I always find myself starin’ at it, thinkin’ “Life’s a cabaret, old chum!” Crazy, right? All these areas, from uptown chill spots to them dusty backroads, meld into a vibe that’s thrilling as a boozy night out in Paris.

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