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Alright, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, cause I’m Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything.” Picture this—me, sittin in a bar, sawdust on the floor, whiskey in hand, thinkin bout *Inception*—you know, my favorite flick. “You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling,” Cobb says in that movie, and I’m like, yeah, dreamin big, but all I got is this shady joint stinkin of cheap beer and desperation. Findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic, boys, it’s a damn maze, like tryna steal secrets from a dream inside a dream—levels of crap I don’t wanna deal with.

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Gust looking for a bisexual girl friend. I'm single of three years, clean and discreet near Port Lavaca.

Ahhh, Port-Lavaca (us)! What a freakin' ride, my friend! Picture this: cobbled streets like Monroe Ave and little hidden gems on Maple Rd. Lemme tell ya, being a masseur here has given me a front-row seat to all the weird deets. I mean, you stroll past the cheerful chaos of Riverside Park, where folks spill secrets on every bench. Ha! And then there's the infamous Blue Bridge over the rickety, gurgling Bayou—dang, it's like nature's own little circus!

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