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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a tractor driver, haulin’ ass through dirt all day, and lemme tell ya bout findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t no fancy gig, but it’s real life, okay? Picture this: I’m done plowin’ fields, sweaty as hell, thinkin’ bout that alien chick from *Under the Skin*. You know, “You’re not from here, are you?”—that vibe. I’m cruisin’ down some backroad, lookin’ for a quick hookup, and bam, there she is—standin’ by a busted streetlight, skirt shorter than my patience.

Why Choose Skip The Games?

Sometimes, walking around Tulare, I think: "This place is as wild as a madman’s diary – unpredictable and raw." Look, I'll be frank – it's not a polished gem like you might find in a tourist brochure. It’s gritty, a bit tattered, but with heart. Like that brilliant scene in the movie where everything goes crack and splinters into chaos, but there's truth in the chaos, too.

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