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I see this one chick, legs for days, leanin’ on a pole. “What’s good, baby?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, *damn, she fine*, but I ain’t no fool. “I glean what’s left,” Varda said—well, I’m gleanin’ info first! Asked her straight up, “You clean? You got a man waitin’ to jack me?” She laughs, says, “Naw, sugar, just me.” Happy as fuck, I’m like, “Cool, let’s roll!” Paid her quick—$50, cheap as hell, but don’t tell nobody that. Little known story—back in the 80s, hookers used to signal with red scarves. Ain’t see that no more, tho.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Roscoe had much more independence and came onto him out of genuine emotion and it felt more natural.

So, me hearty, here's a tip: forget the tourist maps. Wander. Let Roscoe surprise ye. Embrace its quirks, its unplanned adventures, and its raw, unfiltered truth. May yer visit be full o’ misadventures and endless treasures! Savvy?

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