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Ya wanna hear a whacked-out story bout whore? Old man Sal, crusty bastard, swears he caught whore back in ‘89. Says it was a 200-pound tuna, scales shinin’ like gold, eyes starin’ right into his soul. Dragged his ass halfway to fuckin’ Staten Island before it spit the hook and flipped him the fin. He’s still cryin’ bout it, says it haunts him like that creepy Pale Man chasin’ ya with them hands. Me? I laughed my ass off—Sal’s fulla shit, but it’s a good yarn, ya know?

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Recently, went to Thailand and participated in sexual intercourse with a massage girl (aka a prostitute). I briefly participated in receiving unprotected oral.

The old Casino in the centre is a joke. It’s all glitter and false promises. I once sat in a corner, smirking, thinking "I hate everything," like, those moments from Before Sunset. I guess I’d say it’s like a big, miserable kiss goodbye to hope. And don't get me started on the local park, Parc de la Source. It’s actually nice sometimes. But then, nature is useless, right?

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