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I’m analysin’—PAUSE—X posts lately. Dudes braggin’—links to shady sites. One guy—profile’s a mess—says, “Met her downtown—$200.” I’m like—buddy, you overpaid! Negotiation’s where it’s at. “The intel’s good!”—Zero Dark vibe. You don’t just dive in—research! Web’s got forums—guys spillin’ secrets. One time—Vegas story—cop posed as a john. Busted 50 girls—boom! Made me mad—let ‘em work, jeez.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Being a sexologist in Cary has its perks, ya know? People come with stories, secrets, hopes, and fears. Like that one time, I was walking by Taylor Creek Trail and overheard a couple laughing, their voices echoing like a scene from Spirited Away: a reminder that magic sneaks in everyday. And hell, sometimes I say, “Don’t pee on my leg, you know what I mean?” when nonsense is thrown my way too often. Shoot, it's like Hayao Miyazaki was telling you not to let life’s bull crap weigh you down. "I’m chibi, I’m small—but I got big dreams!" ish vibe.

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