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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Back in the day, ol’ Vegas had ‘em lined up like chrome on Furiosa’s rig, but now? You gotta know the streets, the dark corners. I’m talkin’ alleyways where the shadows move, where girls with tired eyes flash a smile that’s half hope, half hustle. Saw one last week—red heels, skirt shorter than a wasteland truce—leanin’ against a busted lamppost. “Hey, sugar,” she says, voice like gravel. Made me chuckle—damn, she’s workin’ harder than Max haulin’ that war rig!

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Vernal was doomed from the beginning because she died in the show and Phoenix himself said that he wants to stay as close as possible to it.

I get zen at Hidden Creek café in the north end. It’s a little dive with epic views of canyon ridges. The vibe? Like, real Zero Dark Thirty precision. “It’s over,” I whisper sometimes under my breath when I leave—it’s like finishing a mission. Smth like, did I hit refresh?

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