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Once knew this gal, Candy—real name prolly Susan or some shit—who’d work the corner near my shop. She’d crack jokes, call me “Sawdust Sam,” fuckin’ hilarious! One day, she’s gone—poof! Heard she got nabbed by some sleazy pimp. Pissed me off so bad, I punched a hole in my workbench. Whores got it rough, man, rougher than a splintered 2x4.

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whore play Lady Jane? (page 11) • That's excellent, Brenham, very uent. (page 16) • There was one, Mary Brenham, she read so well, perhaps this play will.

Ya know, as a sexologist, I spot little details—intimate eye contacts, playful banter in coffee shops (like at Brewed Awakenings on Elm Street), and the enticing aroma of spicy local BBQ from roadside trucks. Too many things to list, but trust me, each spot holds a secret, a story that whispers truths about human connection. Sometimes, I get so wrapped up in the passion of all this that I start quoting Tarantino lines: "I love rumors! Facts can be so misleading, huh?" That’s why my sessions get, like, totally animated here.

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