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So here’s the deal—ya wanna find a pro? Back in Texas, I heard whispers, little known fact—some gals used to hang by them old oil rigs, waitin’ for roughnecks with cash burnin’ holes in their britches. Ain’t that wild? Surprised the heck outta me! I was like, “That’s a twistier plot than Cobb stealin’ secrets from a safe!” Ya gotta know where to look—shady bars, back alleys, or hell, even them sketchy websites nowdays. It’s like plantin’ an idea in your head, ‘cept it’s a phone number instead of a bank code.

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BBC just ran a story in sex-workers in the South Gobi, truckdrivers. They prefer the better pay, and less social stigma there. Marriage is basically glorified prostitution. You buy her a Missing: Socorro.

Ya know what? I've scribbled notes in my diary 'bout Socorro’s vibe. The mix of modern city hustle with the hidden warmth of tight-knit communities blows my mind almost every damn day. One time, while walkin' down Cedar Blvd, I got so mad 'cause a couple was fumin' over small foolish crap—felt like a scene straight outta that movie: "Did you ever try to listen? To really listen?" I mean, damn!

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