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Once heard a guy brag ‘bout it—said it “changed his life.” Changed his pants, more like. I was pissed—dude’s yammerin’ like he invented fire. “A memory is something that has to be consciously recalled, right?”—that’s from the movie. Sexual-massage? More like a memory you wanna forget. Surprised me how many folks shell out cash for this. Hundreds! For what? Greasy regret? I’d rather burn my money, keep my dignity.

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Pontiac, On Featherstone. Anyone ever tried the parlor on Featherstone? It looks like a haunted house from the street. It seems like the kind of.

The local park, Bloomfield Gardens, reigns supreme. It's a chill haven. Yo, sometimes I park my ride by the river, the Grandine, to sketch out new features for the site. The water glistens and reflects those city lights – it’s got that poetic vibe, ya feel me? Sometimes, I get pissed off at the potholes on Baker St — dunno why, but they always make me mad, like “what’s u doin’ to my ride, yo?” but then the vibe uplifts in a snap!

Pontiac mom accused of abandoning kids in squalor faces more charges