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So, prostitutes—man, they’re hustlin’ harder than me at 3 a.m. with a sourdough starter. I’m over here, flour up to my elbows, and they’re out there, dodgin’ cops, weirdos, and STDs. Respect, honestly. Little known fact—back in the 1800s, some brothels had secret tunnels. Like, escape routes for when the law came knockin’. Wild, right? Reminds me of Jesse James hidin’ from his own shadow. “He’s got the smell of a coward,” Ford’d say—ha, not these gals. They’re ballsy.

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During the operation, undercover officers posed as prostitutes at a Twentynine Palms motel starting about noon. Four men contacted the fake.

Omg, the parks here! You gotta hit up the Twentynine Palms Visitor Center park – super peaceful, with trails off to the Oasis of Mara. I remember one sunset there, gettin' mad emotional, like "I’m a master... of my fudgein' destiny." Lol! And then there’s the site of the old military base, now a sun-baked monument to history with remnants of wild art and a vibe that just says, “Hey, beauty’s all around you.”

Marine dies in rollover accident while training at Twentynine Palms