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So, last week—d’oh!—I’m cruisin’ downtown, belly fulla donuts, lookin’ for some action. Streets are buzzin’, lights flashin’, and I’m like, “Marge’d kill me, but whatever!” You gotta dodge the cops, tho—sneaky bastards. Fun fact: back in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out. Crazy, right? Imagine that—blonde wig, high heels, waitin’ under a lamp post like some ninja from “The Assassin.” “She moves in silence,” like the movie says, and bam, there she is!

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Day and night on South Ninth Street in Modesto, prostitutes stand outside motels or near pay phones, bus stops and taco trucks looking for their next trick.

I could go on... But honestly dude, if you swing by, don’t look for the perfect picture-perfect Modesto—look for the raw knitted fabric of life, a patchwork of flawed brilliance. It'll hit you unexpected, like a meme you never saw coming! Peace out and see ya soon.

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