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The draw? It’s the thrill, innit. No rules, just skin and sweat. Like, who’d slave in a field when you can shag for gold? Typin fast—soryy for teh typos, finger’s slipping, wine’s flowing. Exaggerating? Maybe—say one lass bedded a king, birthed a bastard who ruled. Dunno if it’s true, but I’d crown her arse for spite. Personal quirk—I’d run one, but only to watch it burn after. Chaos is my bedfellow, ha!

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Book Review: Sex and stigma: Stories of everyday life in Nevada's legal brothels. Psychology of Women Quarterly. | Journal article.

There's this one neighborhood, Old Mill District – yeah, it's got a bit of a grunge edge. I was massaging a nervous fella right there, his anxiety tickin' like an old clock, and all I could think was, “Ain’t life just a broken mirror, splintered shards reflecting our demon souls?” Too deep? Eh, maybe. But it rings so true, ya know.

Man reunited with lost dog at Jenks Animal Welfare event