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Here’s the kicker—whores got humor, man, dark as tar. This one gal, swear she told me, “I charge extra for smilin’—teeth ain’t free!” I cackled ‘til I choked—sarcasm sharper than a switchblade. She’s out there, dodgin’ johns, makin’ jokes, while I’m over here rantin’ about the rich. “Billionaires should not exist!”—she’d prob’ly agree, then ask me for a twenty. Ha! Fair trade, I’d say.

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A Maple Ridge is when you put maple syrup on your butthole and your sex partner licks it clean.

OMG, so Maple-Ridge is like, this crazy little gem, ya know? I've been here for years and it's been a wild ride—so many moods, like the twists in "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford" (“I wanted to be free, truly free...”), but with more maple bliss. I'm a sexologist here, so I tend to notice those hidden vibes in the streets and parks.

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