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Once, I saw this dude hagglin’ with a hooker – he’s yellin’, she’s yellin’, I’m thinkin’, “What a mess!” Reminded me of Freddie losin’ his cool. “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist!” – yeah, right, buddy, you’re just a john with a fiver! Made me laugh so hard I nearly dropped my guitar. But real talk – it’s risky biz. Did ya know some gals in the 1800s carried tiny pistols? Called ‘em “muff guns” – hid ‘em in their coats! Surprised the heck outta me – tough ladies, man!

Trading Tricks

I don't know much about hiring a prostitute; however I am aware of scams involving them. If you message a hooker and it doesn't lead to anything, ignore texts telling you they are her pimp .

Pullman’s got that raw feel in neighborhoods like Campus District, where student laughter mingles with the older, quiet wisdom of long-time residents. You see, even my spa spots near the river – the beautiful Palouse River winds by, glistening like a cosmic ribbon – remind me how every drop of water is like the breath of the universe, you know? Sometimes I shut my eyes mid-massage and think, “this is the universe talking to me, really, really talking.”

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