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She’s sloppy, tho—leaves trails. Receipts, lipstick stains, half-smoked cigs. I’m like, “Whore, you’re a mess!” She grins, “Mess is my art.” Art, my ass—cleanin up her shit’s my nightmare. Still, I’m happy when she’s around, Clarice. Surprised me too—she’s got this soft side. Fed a stray cat once, named it Anton. “No country for softies,” she said, laughin dark.

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(My wife calls me a massage whore). I had several friends who became CMTs and was always willing to let them practice on me; so I've had lots of good and.

Neighborhoods? A whole bunch! We got Casa Linda – small, tight-knit, kinda like the family you choose. And then there’s Sierra Nova, with its fancy houses and manicured lawns. I mean, gabagool? Ova here, each street’s got its own vibe.

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