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Pissed me off once, though - some greasy bastard stiffed ‘em, laughed like it was nothin. Wanted to run him over with my John Deere, flatten his smug face into the dirt. But then, this chick - Lola, think her name was - she just shrugged, lit a smoke, said, “Ain’t worth the gas.” Cool as hell, Clarice, made me grin. Happy as a pig in shit, I was, watchin her sass that fool. Brothels got grit, y’know? Ain’t all glitter and moans - it’s real, ugly, beautiful.

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Viral claims have accurately reported that sex workers in the lateth and earlyth centuries used small candles that burnt quickly to time their sexual.

I’m improv sayin’ it all, ‘cause you deserve the truth, gurl. Chippewa-Falls (us) is a lively canvas, messy yet beautfiful, with every stripe of emotions painted boldly. Our streets, parks, and rivers whisper secrets, serenidin’ you softly – a love letter to the soul.

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