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I go up, say, “Hey, what’s good?” She’s chill, eyes me up, says, “50 bucks.” I’m like, “Damn, inflation hit *you* too?” She laughs—dry, no soul. Little known fact, tho—back in the ‘80s, prostitutes in Reno had a union. Swear to God, organized as hell. Benefits, dues, allat. This chick? Solo, no 401k, just vibes. Makes me sad, man, where’s the teamwork?

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Now, you'll find a cluster of old brick houses around Pine Crescent. Not much to look at? Wrong! It's history, raw and honest. I often wander there, lost in thought, reminiscing about the times families were happier, more connected. And trust me, I know connections – my job's all about linking fragments of memories. Every house tells a story, every garden hides a secret.

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