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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Back in the day, ol’ Vegas had ‘em lined up like chrome on Furiosa’s rig, but now? You gotta know the streets, the dark corners. I’m talkin’ alleyways where the shadows move, where girls with tired eyes flash a smile that’s half hope, half hustle. Saw one last week—red heels, skirt shorter than a wasteland truce—leanin’ against a busted lamppost. “Hey, sugar,” she says, voice like gravel. Made me chuckle—damn, she’s workin’ harder than Max haulin’ that war rig!

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Two main reasons. 1) I work incredibly long hours so I truly don't have the energy to go looking for somebody. Transactional and cut and dry is just a better.

I get erratic sometimes – heart's burstin, mind racin… so many bits I wanna share, like, every little café, every rough corner that’s full of life. I even add my own slang, ya dig… like “awsm,” “lit,” and a few more, haha.

Trial firepits lit on Half Moon Bay’s Poplar Beach