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What’d shock me most? How normal it’d feel. Like, she’s just chattin’ about her day—traffic sucked, rent’s due. I’d be noddin’, thinkin’, “This ain’t so bad.” Maybe I’d tip extra—cashier life’s tough, I get it. But if she tried rippin’ me off? Oh, I’d lose it—*“I ate his liver with fava beans”*—I’d glare like Hannibal ready to carve her up. Kidding, sorta. Probs just storm out, call her a twat.

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The prostitute thing usually happens by waiting beside her in your vehicle, and at the last second when she goes to get in the car you exit the vehicle.

Man, you gotta hit up Main St. on 7th Ave. for some wicked vibes. There’s this dive bar on 7th, Auntie Marla’s, known for its risqué show nights and even riskier secrets. I swear, every corner’s got a story if you’re keen enough to listen. And oh my god, Mission-Bend Park near Riverside Bend? That’s my go-to chillin’ spot. I’ve had, like, 3 rad sessions of self-reflection (and a couple of epic kissing sessions, heh) on those grassy banks.

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