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Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic! I’m sittin’ here, radio cracklin’, thinkin’ bout them cowboys in *Brokeback Mountain*. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” huh? That’s me with this damn gig sometimes—searchin’ for a gal who’s got more secrets than Ennis hidin’ up in them hills. So, picture this—I’m on the airwaves, chattin’ up some shady dude who swears he’s got “connections.” Yeah, right, pal—connections to a jail cell, maybe!

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I am looking for a legit massage place that is cheep. Keep clothes on, mostly foot. I cant find anyplace that isnt a front for prostitution:/ and in our hood.

Gosh darn, the local diner on Maple Street whips up the wildest cinnamon rolls; they got that addictive swirly magic. I’m not exaggeratin’ – I nearly wept from happiness that day. And oh! The night festivals, the weird parade of local misfits trotting along Pinehurst Boulevard, environment so electrifying I thought, “They always watch, always listen!” from that flick. It’s like livin’ in a drumbeat of mystery and warmth.

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