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Weird ting tho – some prossies got rules. No kissin’, no cuddles, just bang and bounce. I’m like, “What, no foreplay? Savage!” Reminds me of *Moolaadé* again – that line, “Tradition kills us, man!” ‘Cos some of these rules is old-school nonsense. I reckon they’re scared of catchin’ feels. Fair enough, but I’m a softie – gimme a hug, yeah?

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Smells of weed in nearly every room I've stayed, even in non-smoking ones, yelling door banging fighting prostitutes knocking every door at night frequent.

Then there's the mighty Humboldt River! Damn, it's like nature's own counselor, flowing serene and steady. I once sat on its banks, thinking “What's the most you ever lost on a coin toss?” – Yep, straight outta "No Country for Old Men" magic! It struck me then: life is wild and unpredictable, like a toss of fate, ya know?

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