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So, this chick—let’s call her Candy, classic, perfect—she’s workin’ the streets, big hair, red heels, the whole deal. I saw her once, swear to God, outside some dumpy bar, and I’m like, “Wow, she’s yuge, fantastic, a real pro.” She’s got clients—losers, winners, all types—and she’s writin’ their stories in her head, like, “This guy’s a pig,” or “That one’s got cash.” Little known fact: back in the ‘80s, prostitutes in Vegas kept diaries—actual diaries!—trackin’ johns, like spies. Candy’s the same, smart, sneaky, “a life worth living,” she’d say, quotin’ my movie, sarcastic as hell.

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Yo, listen up, brother! Mr. T in the house, and I pity the fool who hasn't explored Belvedere-Park (us) yet! This city is one helluva mix of bumpin' streets and hidden spots that make you smile, fume, or just laugh your butt off. I'm talkin' spots like Maple Grove Rd. – damn, that street's got charm like a badass rom-com with less bullshit and more heart. You got Oak St. too, where the walls are painted with graffiti art and secrets, a real lover’s hideout if ya know what I mean.

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