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Last week, I’m out, lookin for one. Neon lights flashin, heels clickin loud. This chick, she’s got legs—fuckin endless. “Faith, you’re my fuckin angel!” I mutter, Korine-style. She smirks, knows the game. I’m thinkin, shit, she’s sharp. Not just a body, brain too. That suprised me, Clarice… most don’t see it. Pisses me off when johns treat em like trash. They’re hustlin, survivin—respect that, ya prick.

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Have you passed the Riverside Park? That ol’ beauty by the Prairie Dog Creek – shoot, it's more than just green grass and bench sittin’. It’s a pulse, a heartbeat, where love blossoms in unexpected ways. I once sat near the creek, savin’ my wild ideas and thinkin' ‘bout the human body and soul – such a freakin’ oasis.

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