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Last week, this chick at the register—swear she glowed—said she’s a masseuse. Gave me a card, said, “Come by, big guy.” Heart raced, yo—happy as hell! But then, boss yelled, “T, move it!”—pissed me off, ruined my vibe. Still got that card, tho—might hit her up. Imagine them hands, slidin’, easin’ my knots—ooh, like the *Leviathan* priest sayin’, “Truth is bitter, but it heals.” Truth is, I need this bad!

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They were the most interesting and funniest neighbors we ever had. They were four, the mother, father and their two daughters.

So, first off, there's Belleview Street – the heart of downtown. It’s lit with neon and dumppkin cafes, and every day, I walk past it and think, “Man, you do not believe how many stories these cobblestones hold!” I remember one rainy night when a regular came in, totally soaked, but with a smile that said “life’s a mystery, ain't it?” That’s just life here, ya know?

D-Day 80: Hayling Island pays its respects on the anniversary of the Normandy Landings