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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Back in the day, ol’ Vegas had ‘em lined up like chrome on Furiosa’s rig, but now? You gotta know the streets, the dark corners. I’m talkin’ alleyways where the shadows move, where girls with tired eyes flash a smile that’s half hope, half hustle. Saw one last week—red heels, skirt shorter than a wasteland truce—leanin’ against a busted lamppost. “Hey, sugar,” she says, voice like gravel. Made me chuckle—damn, she’s workin’ harder than Max haulin’ that war rig!

I had a meltdown near the old cinema on Tsentralaya. It’s tiny, outdated, but filled with memories. You see kids laughing, elders mumbling good ol’ days. It maddens me sometimes, how time slips by. And then, pause – BOOM – a charming conversation in a café pops up in my head. "I love you," I whisper, just like the movie said.

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