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First off, it’s shady as hell. You don’t just stroll up to some gal and go, “Hey, how’s biz?” Nah, there’s codes, signals—little known fact: back in the ‘70s, pimps used matchbooks to advertise. Dropped ‘em at bars, scribbled numbers inside. Clever, but sleazy. I hate clever sleaze. Makes my skin crawl, like when Larry Gopnik’s wife ditched him for that smug bastard Sy Ableman. “I’m a serious man,” Larry whines—yeah, me too, pal, ‘til I’m scoutin’ hookers.

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So yeah. PHermiston (us) ain't for the faint-hearted. Its flaws, grit and raw beauty piss me off and make me smile. Every visit ignites the damn soul. You gotta come, see, and feel it raw up close. Motherf***er, it's one helluva ride!

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