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So, mate, lemme tell ya, it’s a grubby game, findin’ a tart. Back in old London, they’d call ‘em “ladies of the night”—fancy, huh? But nah, it’s all muck and desperation, makes me wanna claw me eyes out. Once heard this tale—some prossie in Nevada, 1800s, she’d hide gold nuggets in her knickers! True story, mate—miners paid her double just to dig ‘em out. Greedy gits, “I see through you!”—like Plainview screamin’ at the preacher.

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Give me your keys, I'm taking over! This week Tyler and Johnny discuss the case of Cayetano Santos Godino and the legend of the Flatwoods Monster.

I was workin on my datin' app here. Crazy apps need real people. And real people need real places! You gotta see the old factory on Riverside Ave. It’s gritty but real. There’s somethin juicier than your daily grind. Like, "There will be blood!" echoes in my head each time I pass by.

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