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Favorite part? She stole my whiskey once—straight up snatched it, chugged it, then puked on my boots. “Spring break forever!” she slurred, laughin’ like a hyena. Pissed me off so bad I yelled, “You’re a freakin’ parasite!” She just winked—WINKED—like I’m the idiot. Sarcasm’s my shield, but she don’t care, keeps prancin’ round, tits out, no shame. Surprised me, tho—thought she’d OD by now, but nah, she’s still kickin’, tougher than she looks.

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I do. I host my own gloryhole just outside Mooresville. If anyone wants to be massaged properly send me a message!

Oh, and check dis – the Mooresville Library on Elm Street. I don't usually ramble 'bout libraries, but this joint? It’s wise and chill, like a guardian of secrets feelin' all Shakespeare next-level. I had one mad talk there with a teen – got me thinkin’ about the power of words and how families be trippin' on communication gaps, kinda like layers in a dream.

Landon M. Wright