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Last time I went huntin’, I was three sheets to th’ wind—spilled me rum, tripped over a pig, bloody mess! Made me mad as a shark with no teeth—hate wastin’ good drink! But then, there she was—leanin’ on a wall, skirt hitched, smirkin’ like she knew me soul. “What’s yer price, darlin’?” I slurs, an’ she laughs, “More’n yer ship, pirate!” Cheeky wench! Reminds me o’ that diner scene—calm ‘fore the storm, then bam, chaos! ‘Cept here, chaos is her winkin’ an’ me fumblin’ coins.

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Is a doctor a prostitute because he wants to heal people and get paid for it? A Walmart employee who expects to get PAID for working a shift?

and yeah, lemme confess: i sometimes get all riled up in the downtown part of Landover, where noisy traffic and endless honks make me wish i was back in my zen oasis. but then, i grab a slurpy iced coffee, and like in Boyhood, you feel every moment deeply, ya dig? it’s all chaos, beauty, a tapestry of broken and perfect pieces.

Deadly shooting at Landover Exxon: 1 dead, 1 injured