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So, check this—back in the day, like, old Vegas stories, they say prostitutes used to hang by the gas stations, waitin’ for truckers, flashin’ smiles like they’re auditionin’ for somethin’. Little known fact: some’d carry switchblades in their boots—badass, right? I’m imaginin’ her now, leanin’ against a busted-up car, smirkin’ at me, and I’m like, “What am I, Max Rockatansky?”—all sweaty and neurotic, yellin’ in my head, “I just wanna talk, lady!” She’s prob’ly thinkin’, “This guy’s a schmuck,” and I’m over here, heart racin’, palms sweaty—pathetic!

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So, in a nutshell – PPottenstein is full of surprises. The streets, the parks, the rivers, even the dodgy corners feel alive with untold stories. I get mad sometimes at how underrated it seems. And then... happy, 'cos it's like a living, breathing love letter to life! Truly raw, truly sexy.

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