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What pisses me off? The fakes! Scammers everywhere, postin’ pics of supermodels—c’mon, really? You think Gisele’s moonlightin’ on Craigslist? I’d be furious, shakin’ my fist, “Gimme the real deal!” But when it clicks? Oh, happy day! You find one, she’s legit, shows up—pretty, pretty good moment. Surprised me how chill some are—like, “Hey, wanna chat first?” I’d be like, “Chat? I’m too neurotic for small talk!”

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A blog comment on meeting a group of prostitutes during a visit to Vienna, Austria. The blog comments on social behaviour and prejudices.

The park near Maple Lane is a true gem. It’s where I’d go to think on my work as a sexologist, watch couples stroll, and get all inspired. It’s mad intimate, like every tree’s whisperin’ secrets, like "I feel your love, in the morning light." Walkin’ by the Rutherford River (yeah, we got one, even if it’s a small trickle) is like bein' in a movie montage – pieces of everyday life turning cinematic, man.

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