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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, shit gets wild fast. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *The Return*—that damn movie, hits me hard every time. Those kids, lost as fuck, searchin’ for somethin’, kinda like me tryna track down a decent hooker in this messed-up town. “Where’s the shore?”—that line, man, it’s stuck in my head while I’m cruisin’ these shady streets, lookin’ for a chick who ain’t gonna rob me blind.

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Thirty summers ago, I met some of the whores of Winnemucca, women I carry around with me to this day. Their faces crystallize, freeze frame-style, in my memory.

My fave spot? Gosh, it's hard. I always break into a goofy smile when I pass the old diner on Fifth. Their pie? Outta this world. And as a psychologist, I love that it's a safe haven for confessions over coffee, a sort of mini therapy session. It's like the diner whispers, "We all got cracks, we're perfectly imperfect."

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