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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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After that, I decide to check out the local shops. There’s this quirky little bookstore on The Causeway. I love books, but this place? It’s like a treasure hunt. I find this dusty old novel, and the cover’s falling off. I’m like, “This is a gem!” But the shopkeeper? He’s all, “That’s not for sale.” What? Why even have it on display then?

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