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I’m wandering, half-pissed, thinking, “This is grim.” Then—bam!—this fit one, all legs, smirks at me. “Fancy a go, love?” she says. I’m like, “Christ, you’re bold!” Heart’s racing, not cos I’m horny, but cos it’s surreal. Reminds me of that *Yi Yi* line, “Why’s life so loud?” Cos it bloody is! She’s chatting me up, says she’s called Jade—probably fake, who cares? Tells me she once shagged a copper to dodge a fine. Little fact for ya—cops’ve been punters forever. Dirty sods.

Reviews for Valley Gals Salon

I love, oh, I loooove that old community center on Hickory Lane. Small, unassuming, but it's where broken hearts gather to mend. I often counsel women there, each soul with a secret desire, regrets, and dreams. Hsss—damn, I still get chills when I see truth in their eyes. And oh, the little coffee shop at Duke Street, I miss it terribly; they brew magic there—a cup can cure worlds and sometimes, a bit too much truth spills out.

Madill girls 4th, boys place 6th at Pauls Valley