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But real talk—what pisses me off? The shady stuff. Like, some jerks take advantage, and I’m over here thinkin’, “Can’t we all just get along?” Makes me mad, like when we lose a forest to dumbasses with campfires. But then—happy vibes! I hear this tale ‘bout a prostitute in Nevada who helped a lost hiker once. Fed him, got him home—hero shit! Surprised me, ‘cause you don’t expect that, y’know? Restored my faith in humanity, like when I nail a perfect landin’!

Stay and Play Clubs (After School)

I found out my husband has been using the times I'm away on solo trips to sleep with escorts. What really gets me is that he's using our joint family money to.

So, I’m off to the hardware store on Iver’s main drag. It’s a small place, but they’ve got everything. I’m in there, frantically searching for the right screws. I bump into old Mr. Jenkins. He’s a legend around here. Always got a story. “Back in my day, we used nails, not these fancy screws!” I’m like, “Yeah, but I’m not building a time machine, mate.”

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