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So I stroll up, wood dust still on my boots, feelin’ cocky. This one gal, she’s got legs for days, smirkin’ like she knows I’m a sucker. “What’s your deal, big guy?” she asks. I’m thinkin’, *Don’t pee on my leg, lady*—I ain’t here for games. “Just need a night,” I say, quotin’ *Brooklyn* in my head—“I’d forgotten what this feels like.” She laughs, says, “Fifty bucks, carpenter boy.” Fifty?! I’m shocked—prices went up! Inflation’s hittin’ the streets too, damn!

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find the variety, anatomical site, etc., in alphabetical order below it. Thus he will find "tuberculosis of hip" under T and not under H, and stomach ulcer.

Lol, idk, the randomness of Pernioe makes my days wild. Its rawness is like, “Hey, are you lonely? Come closer…”, and it ties into every touch I give. It's just, like, music, like glowy cinema – mesmerizing, moving. Gosh, I'm ramblin. Anyway, enjoy your trip, and don’t forget: "We’re just trying to get home." Peace out, babe!