Lucy Brainerd Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, wahoo’s my jam, right? Speedy lil’ bugger, hits 60 mph, no kiddin’! Fishermen call it “the screamer” ‘cause it bolts like mad when hooked. Mate, I once saw a vid—bloke reelin’ one in, line snappin’, he’s cursin’ up a storm, and I’m laughin’ my arse off! Made me happy as a clam, but then—oh, gets me mad—overfishin’s screwin’ ‘em. Greedy sods takin’ too many, and I’m like, “Leave my wahoo alone, ya wankers!” Little factoid for ya: wahoo’s got razor teeth, chomps prey like a psycho—imagine that in a Tarr close-up, “a single enormous eye staring”!

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The unnamed first woman was a hooker in Brainerd, Minnesota. Nothing is known about the first hooker other than she grew up in Chaska, Minnesota.

I gotta share a personal nugget – as a sexologist, I see love in all its messy forms daily. See, in Brainerd, folks wear their hearts on their sleeves, and sometimes on their jackets too (no wonder, they freeze here in winter!). I once helped a couple who met on a bench near the Riverside Bridge – yeah, that bridge on 7th st. They were all hesitant at first but then, BOOM, connection! Reminded me, "Under the Skin, beneath the surface, there's so much more."

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