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But—ooh!—what if she’s hot? Like, “Mmm… donuts.” hot? I’d be all, “Are you the original or the copy?”—straight outta the movie, man! Bet she’d look at me like I’m nuts. Prolly am. Still, gotta admit, there’s this rush, y’know? Kinda exciting, kinda scary—like when Marge catches me sneakin’ bacon. Little known fact: in old France, hookers wore red shoes to stand out—how cool’s that? Wish they still did, save me the hassle!

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Santiponce.

Now, lemme spill the tea: the cobblestone streets of Calle de la Herencia are my daily runway. I stroll along and think, “Goddamn, life is strange!” Then there’s Plaza de Italica, where ancient ruins linger, whispering secrets of the past. Man, every time I mash my fingers on some knots, I wonder if those old Roman vibes got some cool energy they send down my spine!

First ever monument to a Reformer inaugurated in Spain