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So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

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Drive along the strip club in Bohan, after some time u will see a girl who wears bra and pantis, then go over wif a car and hong on her and then she will talk to u and get in ur car and find.

As the day goes on, I’m serving up goodies, and people are loving it. I even get a compliment from this sweet old lady. She’s like, “Your bread reminds me of my grandma’s.” I’m melting inside.

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