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Still, I’m paranoid—what if she’s packin’ heat? Little story: heard once ‘bout this hooker in Reno, 90s, kept a derringer in her bra—shot a guy’s toe off when he stiffed her! I’m like, “That’s my luck, I’d be the toe guy!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’m sweatin’ bullets just thinkin’ it. Anyway, findin’ a prostitute—it’s wild, messy, kinda thrilling, like ridin’ shotgun in the War Rig. You’re scared, you’re hyped, you’re yellin’, “Mediocre!” when it’s over—classic me, overthinkin’ the whole damn thing. What a trip!

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okay, but guess what? i also discovered a street art run on Rosenweg. no joke, dude, these walls talk! they’re bright n quirky. i mean, im a relaxation specialist and i get way zen from these colors. i'm always like "so far, so zen" (nah, i just made that up, lol).

An unusual elongated Martian crater tells tale of a train of impacts