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I get all giddy when it works out, though. Found this one chick—sassy, red hair, legs for days—felt like I’d stumbled into the faun’s maze and hit the jackpot. “Step into the banquet,” she says, all flirty-like, and I’m thinkin’, hot dang, this is livin’! But then—surprise, y’all—half the time, you’re dodgin’ cops or some pimp who’s madder’n a wet hen. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Keeps ya on yer toes, I reckon.

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I used to live in the street hooker area of Birmingham. They'd be out in the middle of winter in the tubes miniskirts and heels. Not much else.

Yo, listen up, my friend! So, Winters (us) is like, one helluva vibe, ya know? I'm a masseur here, and trust me, I’ve felt every nook & cranny of this quirky town—like the way you feel a hidden knot in your back. Winters is small, but wow, it's got character. There's Main St. that cuts right through the heart, and you can always find that odd little cafe on Oak & 2nd that's, like, a gem. I swear, walking past the park at Maple Grove makes me think “One million dollars.” Seriously weird, but in a cool kinda way.

Harvey Winters Obituary (09/16/1932 - 09/18/2024) - Beaverton, OR