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Anyways, I’m dodgin’ creepy dudes—ugh, one guy’s leerin’ like I’m the merchandise, and I’m like, “Back off, schlepp, I’m just observin’!” Made me so mad, I nearly whacked him with my purse—vintage Gucci, no less! But then, this one chick—gorgeous, total babe—she winks at me, and I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re too good for this!” Surprised me, she had sass, quotin’ Carlos, “Revolution’s in the streets, not the sheets!” I’m dyin’, laughin’—she’s a philosopher hooker, who knew?

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sometimes i stroll by the Wouri River at dusk. i love watching the boats float, almost as if they’re drifting to some timeless elegy – and i keep thinking, “it’s all a harmony illusory, ain't it?”, exactly what werckmeister harmonies rumbles in my mind. lol! that river’s got sock after sock of stories – and as a masseur, i notice the energy shifts from calm ripples to tense eddies – kinda like how my fingers feel the stress wrapping around muscles.

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