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Love the hustle tho—makes me grin like a psycho. They’re out there, workin corners or apps, dodgin cops, makin bank. Little known fact? Back in the 60s, Vegas had escort “unions”—secret shit, protectin their own. Blew my mind! Reminds me of Llewyn, y’know, “Hang me, oh hang me,” singin his woes, but still kickin. Escorts got that fire—takin no crap, settin their price. Ever tried hagglin one? Ha! They’ll laugh in yer face, “Here’s Johnny!” style—boom, yer broke and charmed.

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Anyway, I’m walking down Maple Avenue, trying to shake off the coffee disaster. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinking, “Okay, maybe today won’t be so bad.” But then I see it. A giant inflatable unicorn in the middle of the street. Like, what even? Who brings a unicorn to Eadestown? I had to stop and take a pic. You know, for the ‘gram. #EadestownUnicorn.

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