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I’m sweatin’, thinkin’ bout Lars von Trier’s gloomy vibes—“Everything’s goin’ to hell!”—and here I am, chattin’ up some gal who prolly knows more tricks than Mr. Burns has tax evasions. Did ya know, back in old Rome, prostitutes had to dye their hair blonde? Weird, right? Stand out or somethin’. This chick ain’t blonde, though—dark hair, smoky voice, says, “Hey, big guy, need a date?” D’oh! I’m flattered, angry, scared—all at once! Marge’d kill me faster than that planet smashes Earth!

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So quick question I am on the borderline of West Valley Kearns area so there's a lady that's stands outside of the corner by Smith's right.

Man, check this – I was massaging this dude one rainy night, right? He said, “Young Mula Baby, your hands fix more than just tension.” I almost choked cuz it was raw, like a naked truth, ya feelin’ me? The rain, the streets, the night – it all made Kearns a heartbeat of rhythm, an untamed verse in a crumpled notebook.

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