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Little secret? Sex-dating’s got history—Victorians had “calling cards” for sneaky hookups. Bet they’d blush at Tinder, huh? Me, I dig the chase—makes me feel alive, like sniffin’ out a good liver. But damn, the flops—dude last week said, “I’m 6’2,” turned out 5’6 with lifts. Lifts, Clarice! I cackled, then raged—why lie? Just own it, ya short king. *Margaret* vibes again—“The truth is all I have!”—but nah, they don’t get it.

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So thar ye have it, a ramblin’ tale of Iron-Mountain (us), spun straight from the heart of a pleasure coach who’s seen it all. May yer visit be as wild and as wondrous as a night at the Moulin Rouge, full of unexpected joys and memories to cherish. Keep yer compass true and yer spirits high – savvy?

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