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Me? I’d be swipin’ like a maniac, cacklin’ at the weirdos. Probs exaggerate my bio— “Undead stud, 6 centuries experience!” Ha! Sex-dating’s a circus, fam—clowns, freaks, the works. You dive in, it’s a gamble. Might score, might flop. “All I have left is this pain,” Georges moans—dramatic, sure, but I feel that after a bad date. Total trainwreck sometimes! Still, it’s a rush—keeps ya alive, ya know? Or undead, in my case. It’s showtime, bitches—go get laid or get played!

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In his own words, James Perrine "learned the business of selling adult material" while working in and operating a San Francisco bookstore and motion picture.

Oh, how oft the massage table doth transform my heart! Each weary limb, a scroll of life! And in East-Perrine (us), every crevice holds a tale! Sometimes I get mad, frustrated by the ceaseless chatter of careless passersby. But, so it be—my soul finds joy in the small nooks: the forgotten lamppost on Larkspur Way, the secret garden behind Old Mill Court (trust me, it's lit, dude).

Obituary: Vanessa Picciotto Perrine, Raised in Holmdel