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Alright, so here’s me, a tractor driver, chillin’ like Bob Ross, paintin’ happy little trees in my mind. I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya know, just cruisin’ through life’s wild canvas. I love *Moulin Rouge!*—that flick’s got heart, man, all that “love is a many-splendored thing” vibez. Picture this: I’m rollin’ down some dusty road, tractor hummin’ like a sweet lil’ lullaby, and I’m dreamin’ up a gal like Satine, all sparkly and sassy.

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Now, lemme tell ya: as a sexologist my lens sees more than the naked eye. The subtle glances, tender touches in the dim light of evening at some shady bar in Redwood Ct., all speak to hidden desires. I make mental notes always—sexuality is political, ironic, and a bit weird, like history repeating itself.

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