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But—fuck me—her pimp rolls in, big bastard, fists like hams. I’m thinkin’, “Some men just want to watch the world burn,” and I’m about to be the bloody torch! I leg it, screamin’, “I’m not wearin’ hockey pads!”—dodgin’ his swings. Made me mad as a hatter—why’s it gotta be so damn tricky just to get laid?

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They go to the beach, eat seafood and sometimes “send out for pizza.” An escort service does the rest. (I'm guessing he doesn't adhere to my age.

So, picture this: there's Main Street, ya dig? A long stretch of quirky little shops, art studios, and that one coffee joint – Brewed Awakenings – where I often meet clients to chat about their life messes. Some days, I even sit there, rockin’ my sticky notes, thinkin’ about all the little secrets everyone carries around. Damn, talk about deep stuff, right? Dana Lane? Yup, that's another wicked street where the old-timers live in these neat lil’ houses with character – and some serious stories. Like, there’s Mrs. Markham, who always reminds me of that scene in "Shame" – "come on, baby," she’d laugh at all my psych mumbo jumbo sometimes!

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