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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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The Jardin Botanique is a hidden gem—nuff said. I sit there sometimes, letting the quiet rinse away years of worry, like the distant hum of the river Bléone swirling by. That river, wild and cold, just like my occasional mood swings. You gotta try walking by the banks, near the old mill—nah, not much talk about that, but trust me, it's edgy.

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