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Quirk time – I’m hummin’. Mid-deal. Some Sinatra – “My Way.” She’s like – “You’re weird, man.” I grin – “Takes one to KNOW one.” We laugh – dark humor. Keeps it real. Then – down to biz. She’s good – pro moves. I’m thinkin’ – “This beats dancin’ alone.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe – but DAMN. Felt like a king – for 20 minutes.

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Jun 3,  · On March 5, , the professor and the prostitute met for the last time. She came to his Sharon, Mass., home demanding $5, in payment for sex. Douglas instead slugged .

I also adore the old brick buildings near Liberty Square. These old walls whisper secrets, man, like every stone got a tale. Once, I got mad at the noise near them ‘cause construction ruined my relax session – but then the sunset saved me! Real dramatic moment, like in “Fish Tank”—deep, raw, and honest.

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