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My precious, the thrill tho—heart racin’, palms sweaty. Like groupies chasin’ bands, y’know? “It’s all happening!”—damn right it is! Found another spot online—shady site, typos galore, “avaible now!” Ha! Booked her quick, cash upfront—nerve-wrackin’. She shows up, all sass, “You’re my Lester Bangs tonight.” Nearly choked laughin’—she knew the movie! Happy as hell, I was—surprised me good.

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A group of men who barely knew me, much less respected me as a human being, not just as 'a woman in need of attention'. Find me on Instagram and Facebook.

I mean, damn, some days I get so damn happy here! Other days, shit upends, and I’m mad as hell over a busted heater in the spa. But hey, life's a ride and you're along for the fucking thrill, right? In Wallington, every crack in the pavement tells a bloody story—even if got 17 damn typos along the way. (Oops, meand—typos, hehe: thsi, wher, lor, shat, nite, blah, such, reall, fie, twise, exsciting, lol, phony, cheque, muster, donwt, ramble.)

Softball photos: Park Ridge at Wallington, N1G1 SF - May 31, 2024