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Favorite story—heard this from a patient, swear it’s true. Guy meets a gal on some sleazy site, they’re chattin’, sextin’, all that jazz. She says, “Come over, I’m wild.” He shows up—turns out she’s a dominatrix, got a dungeon in her garage! Whips, chains, the works! He’s like, “Uh, I just wanted a BJ,” and she’s all, “Bow, peasant!” Ran outta there faster than Usain Bolt. Hilarious, but damn, that’s sex-dating for ya—expectations vs. reality, total trainwreck.

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Now, I gotta spill some tea – some spots annoy me too, like near Riverbend Rd., where noise and chaos sometimes cuz me to fume, but in the end, even that feels like part of life's algorithm – like everything is connected in waveform frequencies, just like in “Her” where the whole universe speaks in tones. Crazy, huh? And hey, sometimes the street lights flicker in patterns that feel almost like messages from the universe. So weird.

Mt. Juliet K-9 injured in crash released from animal hospital, recovering at handler’s home