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Me, I’m chill tho—WALL-E’s my vibe. That lil’ guy? He’d roll past the red lights, beepin’ “Directive!”—too pure for this crap. But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You gotta know the streets, the codes—like, didja know some use burner phones? Swap ‘em daily! Sneaky as Sith, they are. Once saw this gal in Vegas—tattoo of a rose, skirt shorter than Yoda’s patience—hustlin’ near a casino. She winked, I froze—fear, man, it hits ya! “What if she’s a cop?” Brain’s screamin’, heart’s racin’—anger next, at myself, for even thinkin’ it!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Life in Benton isn't always perfect, though. Some days, I'm mad as heck. Like last Tuesday, near the Benton River walkway, when a disgruntled tourist messed up our vibe—like, c'mon, be respectful! But then I remember, “Inherent Vice speaks truth,” or somethin’ like that, so I let it roll. It's all part of the charm, the unpredictable heartbeat of this city.

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