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But lemme tell ya, it ain’t all laughs. Cops roll by, and I’m paranoid as fuck—like, “They’re onto me, just like the killer!” Heart’s poundin’, I’m mutterin’, “I need to see about a man about a cipher.” Total exaggeration, but that’s how it FELT, y’all! She’s chill, tho—whispers, “Relax, they don’t care.” And she’s right. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Keeps me sane, her calm vibe.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

BBC just ran a story in sex-workers in the South Gobi, truckdrivers. They prefer the better pay, and less social stigma there. Marriage is basically glorified prostitution. You buy her a Missing: Burr Ridge.

Man, first off, the streets here are rad. There's W 103rd Place—seriously, gotta check it out when cruisin’ around. And oh, Burr Ridge Road itself? It's like a ribbon cutting through our little patch of heaven. You know, sometimes I wander downtown, past the old brick facades on S. 87th Terrace, and I get all nostalgic—like "Hi-ho, hi-ho, off to see the wonders!" like our fav movie reminds us to enjoy each moment.

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