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Look, I’m milkin machines, right? But prostitutes—whole diff game. Cold streets, hard cash, no bullshit. Watched “A.I.” last night—fuckin Gigolo Joe, smooth bastard. “What’s a girl like you doin here?” he’d say. Prostitutes got that vibe—sellin love, no strings. Met one once, Natasha, in Moscow. Skinny, tough, eyes like ice. Said she fucked a general—big secret, huh? Made me laugh, crazy bitch.

Dolphins GM Asked Dez Bryant If His Mother Was A Prostitute

Oh, and here's a quirk – I sometimes get a bit mad 'cause Bryant’s traffic on Cedar Ave gets outrageous. It’s like, come on, folks! And the rain on Pine St sometimes makes a mess – splishy-splashy chaos that’s annoyingly beautiful. But hey, life’s a mix, right? Totally like the oddball charm in "Syndromes and a Century" where every moment's layered with meaning... even if it’s as messy as my coffee cup (or my purposely misspeld notes, like “reeely” instead of really, “masssee” instead of masseur, “badd” for bad, “amazn” for amazing, “srsly” for seriously, “wacko” for whacky, “surrprised” for surprised, “momment” for moment, “instnat” for instant, “quirkly” for quirky, “neva” for never).

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