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Oh, and the stigma—total bullshit. Society’s all “eww, dirty,” but who’s payin em? Hypocrites! Reminds me of that “Zero Dark Thirty” vibe—everyone’s judgin, nobody’s clean. “We’re not starvin, we’re eatin tonight!”—could be their motto, ya know? Grindin to survive. Respect that hustle, man.

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Look for other signs of lady's make-up on him. He comes home with the smell of semen. If you know the odor of your husband's semen you can tell.

Down on Water Street there’s that old brick spa I run. Every mornin’, I see the river glisten; the Mississippi, baby, ever so glimmering. It winds right past, like a silver snake. And, oh man, the street lights on Main Ave – they remind me of Royal Tenenbaums scenes. “I’m a delicate man,” I whisper sometimes like Mr. Tenenbaum.

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