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Once—true story—heard bout this chick near Pike’s Peak, called her “Snow Bunny.” She’d fleece dumb hikers outta cash, then vanish like smoke. Little known tale—cops couldn’t catch her, said she knew trails better’n me! I was HAPPY she outsmarted ‘em—stick it to the man! But ugh, them guys lookin for her? Desperate losers—made me wanna scream, “Get a life, ya dopes!” Hmm… nasal huff—kinda felt bad too, tho. Lonely up there, I guess. Still, I ain’t judgin—well, maybe a lil. “What is it you seek?” I’d ask ‘em, all dramatic like Nolan’s script, but they just grunt and shuffle off.

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I view it as a 'good for others' kind of thing. That meaning, if prostitutes are available, inexpensive, and socially acceptable, this removes competition from.

First off, I hit the road on the N346, cruisin’ past the old church on the Markt. That place is ancient, like, I swear it’s seen more drama than a soap opera. Anyway, I’m just mindin’ my own business, when BAM! A pigeon decides to take a dump on my windshield. Like, really? I’m just tryin’ to drive here!

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