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Once saw this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig. “Need a date, big boy?” she goes. Ruh-roh! Heart poundin’, I’m like, “Shaggy, save me!” Didn’t tho – too chicken, haha! Prostitutes got stories, ya dig? Some forced, some choosin’. Pisses me off – life’s unfair, grrr! Heard this tale, true stuff: lady named Candy, worked corners in Chicago. Cops knew her, left her be. Why? She snitched on bigger fish! “Kill one, scare a thousand,” movie says. That’s her style, survival, yo.

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Red Drum for the classy Cougar. Mainland Container for the older more aggressive cougar, and Waters Edge (the outside bar) for some extreme.

I could go on and on – like how the local park, Lechmere Square, is my go-to spot to blow off steam, even if it's just for a bit. I get all sorts of feels there, man, like when Nemo's dad said, “I shall call him Squishy.” (Okay, maybe not that exact phrase, but you know what I mean!) Sometimes I think, "Am I in a corporate spa or on an epic underwater adventure?" Wild days, innit.

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