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Once met a lass, worked there—told me ‘bout secret tunnels under Paris brothels. Smugglin’ booze, dodgin’ cops—proper gangster shit! Got me all giddy, imaginin’ it. We shall fight boredom, we shall fight the mundane! Ain’t just sex—its theater, rebellion, survival. “A song floats through,” Apichatpong says—brothels hum it loud. Ever think how they smell? Perfume, desperation—fuckin’ poetry, innit? Hate the hypocrites, luv the honesty—surprised me how real it gets.

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To her knowledge, the man named Wayland was a tricky one. His true class remained somewhat elusive, as he often presented himself as a Runic.

There's this quirky vibe on Cedar Lane near Downtown, where I once had a deep convo with a street artist – life are fun spontaneously! Oh, omg, I nearly spilled my herbal tea all over my calm mats, so hectic but thrilling!! I'm a relaxation specialist, so I notice the little things. My fave spot? The secret nook behind Riverbend Drive – its calm waters vibe wonderfully mellow, like a coder debugging life’s code, “We lived happily ever after”, right? (Haha, I know, not exactly Fincher, but still!).

Wayland Baptist completes first season of beach volleyball