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So, say you’re cruisin’—maybe Vegas, huh? Neon lights, shady corners. You spot someone—heels clickin’, eyes sharp. How d’ya know? That’s the kicker. Could be a cop—ha! Happened to a buddy once—busted, $500 down the drain. He was pissed, yellin’, “Larry, never again!” I laughed—couldn’t help it. “What did I do?”—straight outta the movie, man.

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They're out there all day off of Humboldt & 1st st, but you'll notice them all down first st whenever you pass motels and hotels always in dresses.

Err, sorry I’m ramblin’ again – my brain’s like a runaway code snippet when I get excited. But that's why Santa-Clara is rad. It’s got streets like Tasman Drive where you feel that tech pulse. And trust me, all these quirky spots, random doodads, and unexpected moments are what make this city pure gold.

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