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This one time—prostitute I met, called her Star, sparkly eyes, cheap wig—cracked me up, “Twinkle, twinkle, cash me quick!” she sang. Exaggeratin’ now—swear she had a light saber, pimp-fightin’ Jedi, ha! Surprised, I was—heart big, she had, givin’ food to strays. “A story, we all have,” movie says—hers, messy, real, not just dirty sheets! Hate it, tho—cops hasslin’ her, society judgin’, ugh, pisses me off! Me thinks—judge not, lest your playlist sucks, yah?

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I know a few people who lost theirs to sex workers due to anxiety/shyness/unable to find a partner and it worked for them.

And oh lordy, let’s talk local haunts – little dive bars near College Ave where the music’s as rowdy as a catfight at the county fair. I once had a heart-to-heart so damn steamy that I nearly mistook it for a colleague meeting (I’m a sexologist after all, humor me!). I’m not shy ‘bout sharin’ that sometimes a good joke and a deep convo can cure even the wildest of restless nights.

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