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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, folks! I’m all “I’m ready!” but then—bam!—some crusty crab tries overchargin’ me. Made me madder than Squidward on clarinet day! I’m like, “Buddy, I ain’t payin’ 50 clams fer that!” Little known fact: back in ol’ port towns, they’d signal with red lanterns—sneaky, right? Got me thinkin’, “Is this chick hidin’ a lantern somewhere?” Haha, nautical nonsense!

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas .

I’ll be honest—sometimes I get so damn frustrated with things like the slow pothole repairs on Elm and 5th, but then I see a couple sharing a kiss under the neon flicker of a diner sign, and it’s all forgiven. Life is full of tiny miracles, like that feeling when you nail one of my sexologist sessions and the sparks literally fly.

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