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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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We start on East Avenue. Yo, that street's alive with life, cafes and shops, you dig? I always crack a smile lookin’ at a sunny morning here, rememberin' "Almost Famous" vibes—like "I wanna go where the girls are!" we swears! There’s a cool thrift shop on West Street, super hidden gem where I find wild antiques, ya know?

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