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Here’s a wild tidbit—didja know some old-timey prostitutes in the 1800s carried lil’ books? Like bizness cards, but sexy—listin’ their “skills.” Ain’t that a hoot? Candy prob’ly don’t got no book, just a cracked iPhone and a dream. I’m thinkin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya, sweetheart?”—runnin’ from johns who don’t pay, duckin’ the law. She told me once, “Phil, I made $200 last night!” I’m shocked—$200? For that? Hell, I’d rather wrestle a pig in mud!

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Ahh, Deming, my dear friend, what a quirky patch of earth this is! I’ve been callin’ this modest town my home for years, running my beloved spa right in the heart of it, and let me tell ya – Deming ain't your everyday city. We’ve got the venerable Main Street – yes, that very one – a ribbon of life and memories where every brick seems to whisper a tale from a bygone era. I’m talkin’ quiet mornings, slow strolls, and that vibrant pulse of the local vibe.

Destination Deming: Chase a waterfall, forested brewery, coffee shop and scenic parks