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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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Then, I’m walking down Kista Science City, right? This place is supposed to be all about tech and innovation. But I see this dude trying to fix his bike. He’s got more tools than a mechanic, but he’s just staring at it like it’s a Rubik’s cube. I’m like, “Bro, it’s a bike, not rocket science!”

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