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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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Hey, so lemme tell ya 'bout Port-Orange (us) – oh man, this place is something else, like I’m walkin’ through a dream in one of those surreal flicks, ya know? Picture this: a city that kinda whispers secrets on every corner. I live here as a pleasure coach, right? So, I see sides of this town that others totally miss, like hidden notes in a melody... sort of like that line from "Requiem for a Dream" – “I’m a needle in a haystack,” except here it's more like, "I'm lost in the labyrinth of wonder."

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