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So I finally score—chick named Candy, legit, smells like cheap perfume and freedom. I’m happy as hell, braggin’ to Kyle in my head, “Suck it, Jew!” She’s quick, no drama, and I’m like, “This is my kingdom!” Costs me 80 bucks, tho—fuckin’ inflation, man, makes me rage! Still, worth it. Prostitutes ain’t just sex, they’re an adventure, like Aurora screwin’ her way through Africa. “A forbidden passion burns!”—that’s me, Cartman, livin’ the dream. Respect my authoritah, or I’ll find yer mom’s a hooker next!

Lewiston Sun Journal

I told my father I am not interested in dating, but he and his boss keep telling me about single Romanian men in their 30s, and Dad wants me to.

Now, I gotta confess: there r’ly moments where the city’s chaos got me frustrated. Traffic on Portola can be maddening (like a parrot squawkin’ useless jibber-jabber) and sometimes, even the mist seems too cryptic. But every little imperfection turns into a lesson in family resilience. Cheers to that, mate!

Story: Livermore Falls, ME