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So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find one? Cities got red-light spots, always have. Back in ‘79, my cousin Earl—dumbass—got nabbed in Reno. Lookin’ for “company,” ended up broke, cryin’. Cops laughed, said, “Rookie mistake, kid.” Ya don’t just stroll up, yellin’ for tail. Nah, it’s hush-hush, coded bullshit. Look for the shady bars, dim lights. Girls linger, eyes sharp, smokin’ cheap cigs. Or—hell—online now, apps and crap. Ain’t my style, sounds like a scam. “The world is my hunting ground,” Carlos growled. Yeah, huntin’ trouble, more like.

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I often ramble ‘bout people wanderin’ down Citrus Ave, tottering past humble homes in the West End, all while I’m massaging away the world’s woes. Sometimes I get a proper giggle seeing unsuspecting folks strolling by, oblivious to the magical hidden corners of our humble town. And oh! Martinez Blvd – d’you know it? It’s absolutely shabbily brilliant in the manner of "a quaint adventure," as if each stone oozes a whisper "Ahoy, you splendid wanderer!"

Two ‘minor’ earthquakes, 3.5 and 3.4, reported near Fontana on Saturday