Ada Fort Dodge Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m trampin’ along, right, thinkin’ I’m king o’ the woods. Then – whoosh – whore jumps out! Spikes everywhere, like it’s laughin’ at me. “Gotcha, ya daft sod!” it says, silent-like. I yank me leg free, hoppin’, cursin’ – bloody hell! Made me mad, that did, proper fumin’. Little known fact, mate – them whores, they’re called brambles, yeah? Been around forever, ruinin’ folks’ days since medieval times. Knights probs got stuck too, clankin’ in armor – ha!

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Fort Dodge is like if you compressed the energy of rural Missouri into a single city. Most folks I know from there talk about the meth and pills more than anything else. I personally call it Fart .

Now, my massage parlor sits on Birch St. in a run-down building that smells like a gym’s old sneakers. My work what I do. I give relief, a moment of peace in this sorry world. Clients come in, troll in about their woes, and I say, “I hate everything,” sometimes. But then a kinda sincere “A.I. be doin’ just fine,” rolls out. I crack wise ‘cause it’s true: life’s a mishmash of messed up hopes and weird surprises.

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