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So, how’s it work? You cruise, you spot ‘em—heels high, skirt short, eyes sharp. Or ya text some shady number from a burner phone. “No calls after midnight,” one told me—pissed me off again. I’m like, “What, you got a curfew?” Sarcasm’s my shield, man. But when it clicks? Oh, it’s gold. Hooked up once, chick was a riot—laughed at my tie, called it “grandpa style.” I was dyin’—humor in the hustle, who knew?

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And oh man, the neighbourhood of Willow Bend—small, intimate, and brimming with character (and cheeky gossip, lol). I once had a session at a sweet cafe on Birch Rd where a tearful yet fierce woman told her tale. I think that's when I was like, "damn, life in Monson is as raw as it is poetic." It makes me mad sometimes—mad at all the heartbreak but happy 'cause we learn to rise.

Monson gets 10 inches of snow, hit with power outages