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Great Scott! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there—streets buzzin’, neon lights flashin’ like crazy. I’m thinkin’, what’s the deal with that? Back in my day, we didn’t have apps for this crap! You had to, like, *know* a guy. Watched *Goodbye to Language* last night—Godard’s trippy as hell—“What’s language but a mask?”—and I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my espresso, thinkin’ prostitutes prolly got masks too, y’know? Hidin’ who they are, dodgin’ the fuzz.

The Bust: Chinatown’s Hidden Brothel

By the time the sun started to set, I was exhausted but happy. I headed to the beach again, just in time for the sunset. The sky was painted in shades of orange and pink, and I thought, “This is why I love Dorado.” But then, I saw a couple arguing nearby. Like, c’mon, you’re at the beach! Chill out!

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