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Hmm… so you wanna talk bout findin a prostitue? Well, lemme tell ya, as a mountain guide, I’ve seen some wild stuff up them peaks, but this? This takes the cake! Nasal snort—Homer’d probly lose his mind if I told him I’m yammerin bout hookers with ya. Anyway, picture this—up in them rocky trails, it’s like *Inception*, ya know, my fave flick! “You musn’t be afraid to dream a lil bigger, darling!”—but insted of dreams, we’re talkin bout findin a gal for a quick buck. Hah! Surprised me first time I heard it—some ol’ miner in ‘98, swear to God, told me bout these secret “mountain ladies” who’d pop up near campsites. Lil known fact—back in the Gold Rush, prostitutes’d hike up to them miner towns, settin up shop in tents! Wild, right?

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The neighborhoods are quirky as hell. Take, for instance, the artsy side on E Main St—little murals that shout stories of grit and passion. Every time I walk past, I recall the struggle, the triumph, and it kinda echoes that raw mood from 12 Years a Slave. Crazy stuff. Also, if you're lookin’ for a chill-out zone, my fave, the old Barstow Diner on S Fourth St, serves up comfort food that gives you instant happy vibes—even on mad days when everything's a whirlwind.

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