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But ugh, the creeps—those guys pissed me off! Saw one hagglin’ like she’s a used car. Wanted to zap him to Helheim. “Respect the hustle, you toad!” I yelled in my head. Didn’t tho—too much paperwork. Still, the nerve! Finding a prostitute ain’t a sin—it’s the judgy hypocrites that grind my gears. Like, chill, Frank, “You’re not the only one”—everyone’s got secrets!

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Okay, I'm not a dude so I can't relate in that way - but, in my opinion the prostitute would end up being a sort of "quick high", or temporary distraction. If the experience was good, you'd go back to your normal life and still have no.

i gotta tell you—i sometimes get mad at the roarin’ winds along the Gastineau Channel. but then, bam, i chill in the Ketchikan Park coz the still water mirrors my soul. oh man, explain that logic if you dare. its witty, funny, and a bit ironic—like the cosmos giggling at my back massage woes.

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