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Surprised me once—lass sang a lullaby mid-shag. Soft voice, tits bouncin, fuckin surreal! I was like, “Seven hells, I’m in love!”—then she nicked me purse. Classic. Brothels ain’t just cocks and cunts, mate—they’re stories, lives, a right mess. “I’m not a concept,” Clementine snaps—nor are they, eh? Real as me thirst for ale. So yeah, I drink, I shag, I know brothels—cheers to that!

Seek Pleasure… and Fall in Love with Starship

One of my fav spots? The odd little park near Pine St – not fancy, just real, like an honest handshake. People there gather, complain, and then laugh like idiots. I once ran into a date who said, “I hate everything,” and I nearly choked. I mean, c’mon, that’s pure Ron Swanson energy, right? And speaking of energy, I get nostalgic at Vickery Creek Park. It’s raw. Its little trails and weathered benches remind me life’s harsh truths – just like that movie line, “this is our history, we can’t forget it.” Even if I’d rather forget most of it.

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