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This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

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It's a great place if you want to buy a throwing star, a live chicken, a wrench, and a model airplane but you don't want to drive around all day.

I’ve seen a ton of beauty here. My spa helped me chill and connect with the pulse of this city — all the tiny details, the rough corners, the vibrant cracks in the pavement. Whether it’s the cheerful chaos near Market Square or the eerie calm of Desert Grove (seriously, it’s like a scene from that movie – uncanny, yet stunning), every nook has its tale.

Tucson family without home after storm destroys it, one of many damages from monsoon