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So, we’re cruisin’, her laughin’, me sweatin’. “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I mutter—she’s eatin’ me last sandwich! Movie vibes hit hard—Fury Road, all chaos and grit. She’s like Furiosa, but with less guns, more sass. Surprised me, she did—knew truck stops even I forgot! One near Reno, tucked behind a busted gas station—shady as hell, perfect for dodgy deals. “To the Green Place!” she jokes, pointin’ at a neon sign blinkin’ “Girls Girls Girls.”

So you want to book a sex worker?

The rooms are filthy. The only time that I stayed there I was literally solicited by a prostitute. Prices are great unless you get robbed by.

Mascoutah is wild, man. Literally one quirky blend of small town charm and tech vibes. Its Main St. is lit – shops, diners, and those neon signs that remind ya of retro dating apps. I walk around Washington Ave. and feel that buzz, ya know? The city’s all compact but it punches you in the feels.

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