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But lemme tell ya, I seen some shit that’d make ya gag. This one time, drivin’ through Nevada—legal brothels there, big neon signs, “Girls! Girls!”—I’m like, what, am I in a freakin’ carnival? Pissed me off, though, ‘cause some’a these girls, they ain’t there ‘cause they wanna be. That’s the part that burns my ass. Exploitation, y’know? Ain’t all glitz and glamour like in the movies. But then, some’a them, they’re rakin’ it in—$500 a pop! I’m like, “Happy is the man who’s too busy to notice!”—straight outta *Eternal Sunshine*. They’re laughin’ to the bank while I’m stuck payin’ protection money.

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Oh, and lemme spill this: the local diner on 7th & Mason? Total hidden treasure. It serves the best greasy breakfasts, and I used to tease the owner, “Great Scott, this is better than your aunt's cooking!” (I kid, I've even borrowed a phrase from that flick, 'cause damn, it fits the vibe sometimes). Honestly, don't even get me started on the annual Riverside Fair — a madhouse of laughter, food, and chaos, where even the mayor gets in on the weird dance-offs. Crazy stuff!

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