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Findin a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, dude. Ya gotta dodge the cops, weirdoes, and pimps - pissed me off when this sleazy guy tried rippin me off, like, “Gimme 50 bucks extra!” Nah, man, I ain’t that dumb! Got me ragin, but then - jackpot! This gal, all sassy, winks at me, and I’m like, “Well, hello there!” Happiest damn moment, swear it. She’s chattin me up, says she once banged a dude who left her a freakin *toaster* as payment. A toaster! Who does that? Cracked me up, legit story tho - heard it from another john later.

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I got a soft spot for the artsy spots – check out the local mural on 7th Street. It’s as bold as my opinions and as blue as … well, as “blue is the warmest color.” And shoot, me bein’ a dating app wiz means I’m always observin’ how folks light up these streets. The way people sit on benches chattin’, laughin’, sometimes I get hit with a wave of joy like a hit of whoop-de-doo. It’s pure life, sugar—raw, real, and sometimes downright crazy.

Lakeway to reconstruct Smith and Hamilton Greenbelt bridges