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So, here’s the scoop—findin’ one’s easy if ya got cash. Streets, bars, sketchy alleys—pick yer poison. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than pay for that. Hate the hustle, the fake smiles, the stink of desperation. Reminds me of Saul, draggin’ corpses, mutterin’, “I’ve seen the end.” Little fact—back in ‘80s Vegas, pimps ran ads in phonebooks. Yellow pages, right next to plumbers. World’s gone soft since then—now it’s apps, dark web bullshit. Surprised me, honestly—thought folks’d stick to street corners.

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I gotta say, I'm a bit weirdly in love with Rhede. It makes me happy, enraged, and even kinda sentimental sometimes. Lights flicker on and off, people rush, laughter echoes, and then suddenly, there's calm. I always call it “the heartbeat of Rhede” in my head—even if im kinda just rambling. So, come on over, bring your quirks, and let’s ride the weird, beautiful chaos of this city together.

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