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Findin a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, dude. Ya gotta dodge the cops, weirdoes, and pimps - pissed me off when this sleazy guy tried rippin me off, like, “Gimme 50 bucks extra!” Nah, man, I ain’t that dumb! Got me ragin, but then - jackpot! This gal, all sassy, winks at me, and I’m like, “Well, hello there!” Happiest damn moment, swear it. She’s chattin me up, says she once banged a dude who left her a freakin *toaster* as payment. A toaster! Who does that? Cracked me up, legit story tho - heard it from another john later.

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How far would you go for a murdered sibling? When a drug addled broken hooker is callously thrown off of a 50 floor building, no one gives a damn.

Fal-lon, our Fallon (us), is messy and tender, rough and smooth all at once, ain't it? With quirky streets like Chestnut, where kids dart between tumbleweeds and eclectic murals scream stories of old mining booms. Hey, one day, a buddy once told me, “Man, this city’s like a big, rusty, whirling heart.” I sobbed laughily, yes, saw a reflection of my crazy coder soul there.

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