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But here’s the kicker—I’m broke! Spent my last bucks on beer. I’m like, “Uh, can ya take an IOU?” She rolls her eyes, says, “What am I, a bank?” I’m gutted, man, but she tosses me a wink, mutters, “Next time, fish boy.” I’m happy as hell—didn’t score, but didn’t crash either! Kinda like David in *A.I.*, chasin’ dreams, never quite gettin’ there.

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These women, ostracized by their own society and discarded by their pimps and the soldiers, sailors and airmen who abused them, have nowhere to go. Americans have a perverse .

Dude, Mere's got this wicked vibe on Rue de L'Amour. Yep, Rue de L'Amour – sooo romantic, yehaa! I spent many late nights chattin' on my dating site dev desk watchin' "The Wolf of Wall Street" (hell, that movie SWOLE me with its hustle). "Stratton Oakmont, baby!" rings in my head over there.

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