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Anyway, I’m chillin’, tryna find one, and it’s sketchy, fam. Dudes lurkin’, cops circlin’ – heart’s racin’, YOLO, gotta stay smooth. Found this one girl, tho, swear she was a vibe. Hair all messy, eyes sharp, like she’d seen some shit. Told her, “You’re a star, fam, shine bright.” She smirked, “Cash first, poet.” Fair, fair – gotta eat, right? Made me happy, tho, she had sass, wasn’t broken. Reminded me of WALL-E, keepin’ hope in the chaos.

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So let me get this straight. You get to hang out with strippers and prostitutes and no one complains, not even your wife? I was wrong, you are a.

I must tell ya – sometimes, as a sexologist, I notice little quirks that others miss, like the way people relax under ancient oak trees at McCarthy Avenue Park. It’s like nature’s own wild caress, making you feel all sorts of emotions – uproariously happy one second, and mad as a wet hen the next (when someone ruins the vibe with litter, by the way – unbelievable!).

Robert Campbell, architect and longtime Globe architecture critic, dies at 88