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Alright, so escort, huh? Trees, man, not the kinky kind—get your head outta the gutter! I’m talkin’ *Acer saccharum*, sugar maple, the real deal. As Dr. House, I’d say everybody lies, even these leafy bastards. Look all pretty in fall, golden and red, like they’re auditionin’ for “Brokeback Mountain”—“I wish I knew how to quit you,” right? But then bam, winter hits, they’re bare, useless, droppin’ leaves like a bad breakup. Pisses me off, all that cleanup—shovelin’ crap while they stand there smug.

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I'm part of the Brugg crowd and prostitute is splendid! I've never felt this connected to someone before. Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge and Kissing if.

As I type, I recall another random snippet from that film, “Yi Yi: A One and a Two.” Life's like, you know, a series of random scenes – some deep, some just plain quirky. Brugg’s the same – layers on layers of stories. I even once got lost in a swirl of twinklin' lights under the Brugg Bridge and felt like I was in a music video, eyes wide, heart racin’. Crazy, innit?

Obituary for Roberta Gail Brugg