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You could hit the web, sure. X’s got posts—shady dudes droppin’ hints, “DM for fun.” But it’s a crapshoot, half’s fake, half’s cops. Makes me wanna smash my phone. Or there’s the old-school way—cruise the strip, spot the lingerers. They’re out there, leanin’ on poles, smokin’ like they own the night. Reminds me of that line, “This is the girl.” Yeah, which one, genius? They all got that lost look, like Betty in the movie—fake smiles, dead eyes. Hate that crap, makes my skin crawl.

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Truth is, sometimes Cannington's streets make me mad; dirty corners, missed opportunities, oh so frustrating, my precious! And then, other moments, it fills me with joy, like spur-of-the-moment massages that unlock hidden laughter and stories under the skin, oh, my heart almost sings, "Monsters of love, my precious!" Sounds odd, eh? But that's how I sees it!

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