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Humor? Oh – she asked. “You plow fields AND me?” Cheeky! I laughed hard. “Damn straight, babe!” Sarcasm hit – “Yeah, I’m a romantic.” Total bullshit. Just wanted fun. Personal quirk? Kept thinkin’ – her hair. Like golden grain. Poetic crap. Head’s weird. Story ends – she split. Left me buzzin’. Findin’ a prostitute? Messy. Thrillin’. Wouldn’t trade it. “I’m alive!” – *Blue* style. That’s me – Harvester Walken. Out!

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The purpose of this thread was not to tell people where they could have legal sex with a prostitute in Mexico but to address the question of whether or not Chilly Willy’s was an appropriate place .

First student, let’s call him Timmy. Poor kid. He hops in the car, all nervous and jittery. I mean, who wouldn’t be? But then he starts driving like he’s in a video game. We’re cruising down de Molenstraat, and he slams on the brakes. I’m like, “Dude, chill! We’re not in a horror movie!” He nearly gave me a heart attack.

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