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Oh, and get this—some old poet, Chaucer I think, he tossed “whore” around like sprinkles on a donut! Funny as hell, but also kinda cool. Shows it’s been messin’ with folks’ heads forever. D’oh! Why’s it gotta be so heavy, tho? I’m over here yellin’ at the TV, “Leave Ida alone!”—and same goes for whore. Let ‘em breathe, man!

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Thursday nights have become surprisingly popular at a five-star Menlo Park hotel. Two eagle-eyed matchmakers, big tech money, and an army of stiletto-shod women mix and mingle .

I often take my breaks in Bedwell Bayfront Park. Perfect for clearin’ my head. The cool breeze off the bay, yeppers – it's like every muscle in your back just unwinds. Sometimes I lean against a bench, thinkin’ about the quirky souls wanderin’ around. I even had this one day, right? I was mid-session with a client and suddenly remembered a line: “Let the right one in” – man, I felt weirdly artistic for a sec.

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