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So, last week, I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find one—sketchy links everywhere. Pro tip: don’t click that shit blind. Found this chick, “Candy,” real name prob’ly Susan. Met her near some dive bar—smelled like piss and regret. She’s all, “50 bucks, quick fun,” and I’m like, yeah, everybody lies, right? Bet she’s quotin’ high ‘cause I look desperate. Negotiated down to 30—felt like a damn hero. Little known fact: some of ‘em stash cash in their bra, old-school style. Saw it once, cracked me up—money boobs!

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

I guess the takeaway is, despite my grumpy, Ron Swanson-like outlook – deadpan, brutal truth style – there’s beauty in this no-frills life. Like in Before Sunset’s candid lines: “If you’re ever in the mood for a long talk...” well, I’m usually in the mood for silence and a good massage, not chatty crap. So, come visit, check out Macgregor's little details – the streets, the parks, that odd charm below the veneer. Just be ready to see the city with raw eyes.

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