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So, where do ya look? Back alleys? Online? X posts screamin’ “discreet fun”? Ha! Discreet my ass—those ads are louder than a drunk uncle. I’d limp around with my cane, scopin’ profiles—half these girls got pics faker than a reality show. Reminds me of Amélie’s gnome—travelin’ the world, posin’ pretty. Except here, it’s “$100, no questions.” Surprised me once—found a listing in freakin’ Morse code. Dots and dashes for “BJ.” Creative, I’ll give ‘em that.

Website lists massage parlors that it says offer more than just massage.

The town’s got roads like Dublin Canyon Road, always a feast for the eyes – lush landscapes that pop like a sunny day after a storm. I mean, c’mon, nature’s got that unmatchable beauty, and it reminds me of somethin’ wild as the films of Ousmane Sembène, with powerful moments like "Moolaadé" that hit ya right in the feels. “Don’t bring a knife to a gunfight” – that kinda vibe thrives here, ya know?

‘All of Pleasanton was his home’: Rich Guasco, hall-of-fame drag racer, dies at 88