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So, I’m rollin’, windows down, tryna scope the scene. Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I ain’t judgin’—just curious, ya feel? Then bam—this chick struts up, all sass, like, “What you want, big man?” I’m laughin’—she’s got balls! Reminds me of that *Ten* line, “Life’s a game.” Hell yeah, it is! I’m thinkin’, “Rock, don’t screw this up.” Did ya know some prositutes got code words? Like “roses” for cash—sneaky as hell. Blew my damn mind.

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"Jerusha, our whole marriage is based on a sex crime. No, no, no, you only think you love me. YOU WERE MY VICTIM!".

Then there’s Burnside Park – tiny treescape, ducks splashing around. Its curves? Magical. I once crashed here after a fun night. I consoled my heart with cheap beer and sunrises. My pleasure coach instincts knew I was home.

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