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Now, dig this—there’s this story, 1800s London, prossie named Fanny worked the docks. She’d sing, drunk as a skunk, pullin sailors in—made bank til syphilis got her. Sad, huh? But damn, she owned it! Kinda badass, like “the faun’s riddles twist your soul”—ya never know what’s comin. Hmm… I’d tell her, “Fanny, you’re nuts!” She’d laugh, probly flash me—yikes! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but it’s juicy, right?

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A cadet at West Point attempted to crowdfund money to cover travel fare and hotel fees so that his favorite adult film star could be his date to the service academy’s annual winter www.facebook.comg: prostitute.

There was this one day – mad crazy – when I found unspoken sexual energy at a random park bench near the amphitheatre. I saw two strangers exchange smiles, electric and wild. I thought, "Damn, life’s too short to play safe." It got me feelin’ high, like that film scene, raw and real.

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