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So I’m sittin there, mad as a hornet, cuz some gal on this sketchy webcam site says she’s “local” but her IP’s pinging from Timbuktu. Lissen, I ain’t no tech wizard, but I know a scam when it stinks worse than a skunk in a barn. Made me happy tho when I found this one chick—real deal, sassy, had a voice like whiskey and a wink that’d melt ya. Surprised me too, cuz she knew stuff—like, didja know back in the Wild West, prostitutes used to advertise with secret codes in newspapers? Little known fact, buddy! She told me that, blew my dang mind.

A portent of things to come…

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The river near Waldkirch, the Moosalb, calmly flows past, whispering secrets under a sleepy old bridge on Lindenstr. That’s my ideal spot for quiet introspection after a crazy day of juicy sex-talk sessions. I sat there once, listening to the water, and it kinda reminded me of that proud vibe in "25th Hour": “No regrets!” Yup, life’s too short for worries.

Betty Waldkirch Obituary (1937 - 2019) - Camden, SC - The State