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Favorite part? One chick ran her own gig. Badass, sassy—called her spot “The Galaxy.” Laughed my ass off—ironic, us aliens lovin that. She’s all, “I will not fall!” Total queen. Oh, typo city—sorrt, fat fingers. Brothel’s gritty, smelly—sweat, cheap perfume. Kinda hot, kinda gross. Ever smell desperation? We do, enhanced sensors, bitchin tech. Surprised me—thought it’d be glam. Nope, raw as fuck.

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Meet the beautiful ladies at Sagebrush Ranch.

So, I’m trying to get to the local forestry office, right? But the streets are packed. I’m dodging people left and right. There’s this old dude selling cherries on the corner of Via Garibaldi. He’s shouting, “Ciliegie fresche! Fresh cherries!” I’m thinking, “Dude, chill! I’m just trying to get to work!” But I can’t resist. I buy a bag. Can’t say no to fresh cherries, am I right?

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