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Me, I’d be flippin’ tables if I ran one— too much drama! Girls whisperin’, clients hagglin’— “The wind carries no sound,” like the flick says, but brothels? Loud as a Krabby Patty fry-up! Once heard ‘bout this place in Nevada— legal, fancy, called Chicken Ranch— hah, chickens and chicks, get it? Made me laugh ‘til I bubbled! But real talk— some gals there are queens, some trapped. Gets me thinkin’— happy, sad, all at once.

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The city is packed with hidden spots. Like, ever heard of Cady’s Corner? It’s this tiny, under-the-radar alley where the murals are off the charts. Seriously, it’s a must-see, and you'll feel like you’re in a movie scene based on Before Sunset’s vibe—so romantic and raw! Sometimes I just stop and appreciate how every corner tells a story, and, oh my gawd, it makes me chuffed, really chuffed!

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