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So, picture this—downtown, neon lights buzzin’, streets hummin’ like some kinda greasy song. You’re out there, huntin’, lookin’ for that “transactional love”—ha! Ain’t that a kicker? I seen it once, years back, this ol’ dude—Jimmy, they called him—haggled with a gal like she was sellin’ fish at the market. “Ten bucks less, c’mon!” he hollered. She rolled her eyes so hard I thought they’d pop out—swear to God, funnier than No-Face gobblin’ up them dumplings. Made me laugh, but damn, it stung too—how’s it come to that, huh?

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Mills was born as Gordon Borell in Tees, Alberta, Canada sometime around In his adult life, he became involved in prostitution, becoming a pimp for.

Ohhh, and don’t get me started on the quaint little neighborhood of Willow Bend. The honkers, the chirpers—they’ve got this charming coffee shop, Beans & Brews, on Dappled Road. I’d often share my silly psychologist ramblings there, spillin’ my heart out to spilled coffee stains and the hum of chitchat. "Moolaadé, ohhh, they fight but yess, unity prevails!" It’s a rough analogy, but it fits, yes it fits, precious.

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