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Sometimes I wonder—Llewyn’d prob bang an escort, write a song bout it. “Where’s its pussy?”—he’d ask, lost in his haze, missin the point. Me? I’d tip extra, just for the balls it takes. Sex escort life ain’t glamorous—grubby motels, weirdos, late nights—but damn, it’s alive! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares? It’s raw, messy, and fuckin human. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—that’s my take, buddy!

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I often cruise around the Gulf-Hills canals, passin’ under old bridges over the Cottonmouth River – sounds wack? Nah, it’s straight up cinematic, like a Dark Knight scene. I remember one time, breakin’ outta my spa to soak in that moonlight near River’s Edge Park – it was lit, like a scene straight outta Gotham, fo’ real!

Celebrating Elvis Presley’s 90th birthday at Gulf Hills Hotel