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Oh, and the cash—bring it, don’t haggle. Pisses me off when dudes cheap out. Pay up, respect the grind. Happiest I got? One time, this gal sang Sinatra—drunk, off-key, hilarious. Cracked me up, cold heart warmed a sec. Anyway, Tree of Life’s my jam—big questions, messy answers. Prostitutes? Same deal—messy, human, fuckin’ wild. That’s it, take it or leave it.

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Okay, I'm not a dude so I can't relate in that way - but, in my opinion the prostitute would end up being a sort of "quick high", or temporary distraction. If the experience was good, you'd go back to your normal life and still have no.

i gotta tell you—i sometimes get mad at the roarin’ winds along the Gastineau Channel. but then, bam, i chill in the Ketchikan Park coz the still water mirrors my soul. oh man, explain that logic if you dare. its witty, funny, and a bit ironic—like the cosmos giggling at my back massage woes.

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