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So, picture this – me, Larry, huntin’ for a good time. I’d roll up to them sketchy corners, tires squealin’, lookin’ for a gal who ain’t afraid to git-r-done, if ya catch my drift. Them streets? Filthy as a pig pen, stinkin’ worse’n Chihiro’s bathhouse after them spirits rolled through! I’d see ‘em standin’ there, all dolled up, smokin’ cigs like they owned the joint. Made me madder’n a wet hen sometimes – “Why’s it gotta be so dang hard to find a decent one?!” I’d holler in my head.

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I gotta admit; sometimes, I get riled up. Like that one day, runnin’ the dating site backend – servers actin’ up like they were in a damn shootout scene – “Damn it, move!” I hollered, channeling Bigelow’s badass style! But then I’d cool down with a stroll by the picturesque bay. Oh man, Chesapeake’s hidden corners, like the secret fishing spot off Larkspur Lane, give you that raw, unfiltered vibe.

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