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So, I’m thinkin’, why not? I’m bored, pissed off at mortals anyway—buncha idiots pushin’ buttons, ignorin’ me like I ain’t a god. Findin’ a prossie sounds like a laugh, a little chaos to stir the pot. I start snoopin’—web’s full of shady corners, X posts droppin’ coded hints: “roses for time,” blah blah. Little known fact? Back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—poetic, right? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ of some posh git in a top hat hagglin’ with a lass in a corset.

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Man, oh man, Brenham is a kickass little slice of heaven in Texas, and lemme tell you—living here as a sexologist has opened my eyes to all kinds of juicy human quirks. This ain't your average town; it's raw, it's real, it's gritty like "Inglourious Baasterds"—"Gentlemen, you had my curiosity, but now you have my attention!"—and as Gordon Gekko would say, "Greed is good," baby!

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