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Anyways, I pull over, all nervous-like. She struts up, smellin’ like cheap perfume and trouble. I’m sittin’ there, sweatin’, thinkin’, “The first rule of war is…”—what’s that line? Oh yeah—“don’t die!” I’m laughin’ to myself, like, “Larry, don’t screw this up, man!” She’s all, “What you want, honey?” and I’m stutterin’ like a dang fool. Surprised me how chill she was—prolly seen worse than my sorry ass!

Meghalaya police arrests sex workers along with clients in Shillong city

Because to the extent that it may be true is grossly exaggerated and doesn't account for factors such as society's historical suppression of female sexuality.

I love strollin’ by the Vieux Canal, near Pont de Minuit. You can catch a whiff of nostalgia with every ripple. The water reflects distant street lamps, kinda like memories of whispers. The canal's quiet, almost like the hush before a rebellion. It makes me mad sometimes, how peaceful it is compared to the jumbled rush of love and tech in my daily grind.

Thingness by Jasper Morrison at Grand Hornu