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I hate the fakeness. Everyone’s posin’, lyin’ about their height, their job. Met a gal once, said she’s a chef—couldn’t boil water. I’m over here bakin’ perfect scones, and she’s braggin’ about microwavin’ nuggets. Pissed me off. But then, one time, I matched with this quiet type—surprised me. We talked *Carol*, she got it, said, “What else is there?” like in the film. Almost made me smile. Almost.

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I spray-painted that, plus bitch and two-timer and whore and Eduardo—really? on the side of what used to be my van. I don't want to think I'm a racist, but.

Look, my favorite was this wee backstreet joint on Baker's Lane. It’s kinda off the beaten track but oozes charm. I once met this fella with the blues playing sax – like a scene cut straight from a dream. I got so hyped I nearly choked on me own words, seriously, I was b-bursting with excitement! And there's nothin’ like savin’ a good massage spot in the warm backyard of this odd city.

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