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But then—ooh, chile—I got happy real quick. She wasn’t no ordinary worker, nah. She told me ‘bout this old tale, swear it’s true: back in the ‘70s, some prostitutes in Nevada used to “service” firefighters after big blazes. Little known fact, y’all! They’d roll up in vans, callin’ it “relief for the heroes.” I was shocked—jaw dropped, eyes big as dinner plates. “The forest is full of spirits,” she says, quotin’ Boonmee like she knew it. I’m thinkin’, “Girl, you a hooker or a philosopher?”

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Listen, lemme tell ya 'bout Blythe (us) like only I can. I've been around here for years, and trust me, it's a wild mix. I stroll down Main St. every day – it's a sweaty, bustling artery, busy like a hive. The Colorado River cuts through, a watery snake, always whispering secrets.

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