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I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, smokin a cig. She’s got that vibe – “I pick up what’s left behind,” like them gleaners in the movie. I saunter over, all smooth, like I’m bout to dine on somethin exquisite. “Hey, darlin,” I say, “how’s the night treatin ya?” She smirks, blows smoke in my face – rude bitch! – and I’m pissed but kinda turned on, ya feel me? That’s the thrill of it – the hunt, the chase, like trackin a fine meal.

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Hooper makes it seem entirely reasonable that while Alexander pays Liese for the sex they have, she does not think of herself as a prostitute. She enjoys the.

Oh, and check this out – hidden gem alert: Danger Alley off Bridge St. It’s a quirky little street with vintage shops and random art pieces. Told ya, this place is packed with surprises. Even my relaxation sessions get a twist there. Insane, right?

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