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Web says rural hookers are rare—duh. X posts I scrolled, some dude braggin’ bout “farm girls for hire.” Bullshit, prolly. But then—surprise, mothafucka—found one! Truck stop, 20 miles out. Shady joint, neon flickerin’, stinkin’ of diesel. She’s there, all sass, leanin’ on a rig. “50 creds,” she says, no smile. I’m like, “Shit, that’s it?” Felt like Belfort closin’ a deal—“Stratton Oakmont, baby!” Paid her, quick bang in the sleeper cab—done. Happy as hell, man, tractor driver scores!

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Oh, and don’t even get me started on the neighborhoods. Raven Oaks, for instance, got a vibe so mysterious, it's like livin’ in a secret novel. I’ve seen passion flash in their eyes on lazy evenings. Sometimes, I stroll through those winding lanes, thinkin’ “This is not just a city, mate, it’s a playground of souls!” and then shout out “Rou, rou!” like a swashbuckler on a treasure hunt – err, sorta, silly but true!

Anthony J. Searcy