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So, say I’m huntin’ one down—maybe I’m in a big city, feelin’ lonesome. I’d start pokin’ ‘round X, see what’s poppin’. Posts flyin’—“Lookin’ for company? DM me!” Links to pics, blurry as hell, but you get the gist. I’d dig deeper, check profiles—some chick named “CandyLips69” with a bio sayin’, “Livin’ fast, cash only!” Git-R-Done, right? But here’s where it gets hairy—half these ads? Scams! Had a buddy once, sent $200 to some “escort”—turned out to be a dude in Nigeria! Pissed me off somethin’ fierce—ripped off and blue-balled!

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I'd say something like, “you can't afford this sweet booty.” Or, “Will you at least give me a reach around?” Or, “Me so horny! Me love you long time!”.

Okay, so lemme tell ya 'bout Bon-Secours (fr)—my crazy, enchanting home. First off, this city is a maze of charm, edginess, and a wee bit of mystery. There's Rue L'Amour, where all the cool cats hang out, and oh my gosh, you must stroll by Place des Lumières, it's like, totally magical at dusk. And I swear, I once saw a street performer on Rue du Matin—so improvised! Anyone into wild vibes, you gotta hit the hidden alley near Boulevard des Rêves. It's this narrow pathway that twists like a secret chord in "Inherent Vice", man, you know? Feels like you're riding through a funky dream.

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