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So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find one? Cities got red-light spots, always have. Back in ‘79, my cousin Earl—dumbass—got nabbed in Reno. Lookin’ for “company,” ended up broke, cryin’. Cops laughed, said, “Rookie mistake, kid.” Ya don’t just stroll up, yellin’ for tail. Nah, it’s hush-hush, coded bullshit. Look for the shady bars, dim lights. Girls linger, eyes sharp, smokin’ cheap cigs. Or—hell—online now, apps and crap. Ain’t my style, sounds like a scam. “The world is my hunting ground,” Carlos growled. Yeah, huntin’ trouble, more like.

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I spent one crazy afternoon by the river – yup, PAbington’s own Sparkling Creek – watching folks skip stones, flirt, and share secrets. Its water reminded me, "We all get lost in our own little worlds, just like in Synecdoche, New York!" And I swear, when the sunset hit the creek, it was like a scene from a movie, man. Magic!

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