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Funniest thing—some spots got menus. Like McDonald’s, but with boobs. Pick your flavor, pay up—absurd as hell. Made me laugh, tho—capitalism’s wild, fam. Surprised me too—girls runnin the show sometimes. Boss bitches, flippin the script. Thought in my head: “Respect, but damn, risky.” Exaggeratin here, but feels like half these johns cry after. “It’s not a hoax,” they whimper—pathetic.

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"She was an addicted prostitute," said another. She regained consciousness to find herself crying, too. "Jesus, help me, please," she prayed, as a paramedic.

Oh man, Clemmons is wild! Lemme tell ya, this town is a quirky, happy little gem tucked in the heart of North Carolina. I'm not gonna lie—I've been here long enough to call it home, and as a sexologist, I get a kick outta noticing all those intimate little vibes that make people feel alive. So, buckle up, my friend, because I'm gonna spill the beans, in true Bob Ross style—y'know, "happy little trees" and all that jazz.

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