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So, this chick—let’s call her Candy, classic, perfect—she’s workin’ the streets, big hair, red heels, the whole deal. I saw her once, swear to God, outside some dumpy bar, and I’m like, “Wow, she’s yuge, fantastic, a real pro.” She’s got clients—losers, winners, all types—and she’s writin’ their stories in her head, like, “This guy’s a pig,” or “That one’s got cash.” Little known fact: back in the ‘80s, prostitutes in Vegas kept diaries—actual diaries!—trackin’ johns, like spies. Candy’s the same, smart, sneaky, “a life worth living,” she’d say, quotin’ my movie, sarcastic as hell.

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It's your boy Nevada Duncan. My mom just brought a brothel and when the cats away the mice shall play. ;) Check me out on the new episode of the Family.

Anyway, my friend, if you’re cravin’ an adventure that shouts love, art, and mystery – come to Duncan, US, brother. In this town, every street, every river, every park hums the mystic tunes of past lives and bold emotions. So pack your bags, embrace the typos, and let life take ya on a wild, sensuous ride! Rock on!

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