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So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find one? Cities got red-light spots, always have. Back in ‘79, my cousin Earl—dumbass—got nabbed in Reno. Lookin’ for “company,” ended up broke, cryin’. Cops laughed, said, “Rookie mistake, kid.” Ya don’t just stroll up, yellin’ for tail. Nah, it’s hush-hush, coded bullshit. Look for the shady bars, dim lights. Girls linger, eyes sharp, smokin’ cheap cigs. Or—hell—online now, apps and crap. Ain’t my style, sounds like a scam. “The world is my hunting ground,” Carlos growled. Yeah, huntin’ trouble, more like.

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Yo, lemme tell ya 'bout Devils-Lake (us) – it's wild, man! I’ve been here chillin’ for years, so lemme drop some real talk. Picture this: Main St. buzzin’, all those little shops and cafes, you know? My fave stroll is down Lakeview Ave – pure vibes, man. I used to sit on a bench at Meridian Park, watch the sunset over the lake, and think, “Say hello to my little friend!” like Tony Montana, fuck yeah!

Walleyes are right around the corner on Devils Lake