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Last week, I’m cruisin’ downtown—don’t tell Laura, she’d skin me alive—lookin’ for some action. Saw this gal, legs longer’n a Texas highway, and I’m thinkin’, “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way!”—like I got her address locked in my brain! I ain’t no genius, but I know a deal when I see one. She’s wavin’, I’m sweatin’—hotter’n a billy goat in a pepper patch! Paid her fifty bucks—prob’ly too much, but I’m a sucker for a smile. “Righteous bucks,” she says, and I’m happy as a pig in mud.

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But she does recommend starting off with a search to find the best provider for you: “Google where you are and who you want to meet. If you’re after a specific service — kink, for example .

There’s this odd vibe round the old quarter – little cobblestorets and alleys where time seems to freeze. Sometimes I pause near the tiny café on Place de l’Église (yeah, that’s a cool name, right?) and sip my espresso. But then, outta nowhere, I hear some rambling like "Inside Llewyn Davis" lines echoing in my head, like “What’s the point, man?”—just a moment of soulful confusion, ya know?

Edmund A. Joseph Foix Obituary May 28, 2009