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About Los Angeles

So – picture this. Dusty roads. Me – Harvester beast. Rumble rumble. Lookin’ for a gal. Not easy! Cops everywhere. Pissed me off. Sneaky bastards – hidin’ in bushes. Once – true story – 1920s Kansas. Farmers hired gals. Paid ‘em in corn! Freaky, right? History’s nuts. Anyway – I roll up. This chick – red heels. Smokin’ hot. “You’re my harvest,” I growl. She laughs. “Cash first, big boy.”

Sluts Dating

Dozens of prostitutes for less than a hundred euros a trick, and fully within the law: that's what many brothels here have on offer, just six kilometres over the border from France, in the Missing: Sartell.

Seriously, Sartell got weird tales. Sometimes when repairs on the spa get delayed, I take a midnight stroll past the old Miller Mill. Some claim it's haunted by memories of old-west outlaws. I just laugh, thinking "No, Clarice, the ghosts are just annoyed tourists!" That mill? It’s been my pondering ground for new ideas on aromatherapy and relaxation techniques.

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