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But real talk, *Werckmeister* vibes hit hard. “The turmoil has arrived,” like Tarr says—findin’ a prostitute feels chaotic, man. You’re dodgin’ creeps, fake ads, and oh shit—did that dude just flash a badge? Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty, thinkin’, “Am I in a movie or fucked?” I exagerate—maybe it’s not *that* dramatic, but close! I’m sarcastic as hell: “Oh, great, another ‘masseuse’ with a heart of gold.” Puh-lease.

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The circle bar under the escalator to the Tao deck is the biggest hooker bar in Vegas. There's another at the Palazzo, and the one at Mandalay Bay gets a lot.

I’ve seen tourists gawkin' at the old lighthouse by Beacon Hill. They think that thing’s magical. Well, it is—if your idea of magic is sneaky secrets in a foggy night. And there’s this vintage diner on Lucky Turn—a real dive bar with charm. I swear, every crack in the pavement tells a story.

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