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Oh, and don’t get me started—some johns are such clowns, think they own ‘em. Nah, fam, she’s playin’ YOU. Lola’d wink at me, like, “Watch this,” and fleece ‘em blind. Hilarious, but damn, the hustle never stops. “I must break you,” I’d mutter, imaginin’ crushin’ that cycle. Love how they keep swingin’, tho—tougher than me in the ring, swear it. Whores, man, they’re the real champs, bleedin’ but standin’. Respect.

Joanna Robinson is a senior staff writer at *Vanity Fair.*

Find out who cut the whore: This is the sheriff's third quest. Talk to Lou at the Malamute saloon for a tip. Now head to the Morningstar Mine and confront Obidiah, at which point he'll confess. .

Around here, streets like Maple and Elm crackle with history. Even the small park, Redfern Park, is a hidden gem. I always tell my clients, "Take a stroll there, cuz its like stepping into a Wes Anderson set." The Royal Tenenbaums? Yeah, that flick nails the odd, nostalgic feel of Morton. I luv that style, keepin it real and quirky.

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