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Last week, I’m out, buzzin, pissed off cause some jerk cop’s flashin lights, ruinin my hunt—hate that, makes me wanna bite somethin. Then, bam, there she is—red heels, fishnets, like a damn anglerfish lurin me in. “How much?” I ask, all smooth, voice like silk over a blade. She smirks, “More than you got, fancy pants.” Cheeky! Love that, got me laughin—happy as a shark in blood. “I’m not a child,” she snaps, straight outta “Ten,” that sass, that fire—surprised me, gotta say, didn’t expect a street gal to hit me with philosophy.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Go to Reno and go to a brothel is your only legal avenue here. It's only legal in about 3 counties in Nevada. None of them are the county Las Vegas is in, by the way.

One more thing, mate: treasure each crooked smile and every imperfect corner of Lübz. Even in its erratic ramblings, the town sings a true ballad of life. As Captain Jack might say, "Not all treasure is silver and gold; mate, sometimes it's in these brittle, beautiful moments."

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