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So, my friend, whore is like gigolo Joe— “I’m a love machine!”—but real, not robot. She make world spin, love or hate her. I say, don’t judge too fast, she got story, like David in movie, searchin for somethin real. Very nice! What you think, eh?

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A plantation, Daniel imagined, was like a fetid French whore. Pleasing to the eye, but hiding the stench of disease beneath fine silk skirts.

i been heartbroken? nah, but angry sometimes on busy days. traffic on Plantation Hwy? maddening! yet somehow it’s fun, weird fun. anyway, my fave hang spot is the little coffee cart at Central Park. yep, its a hidden gem. sometimes i sit, code swipe, chat away. i recall a night in dark, like that movie: “Let the Right One In” — “let the right one in” be saying. oh, so spooky, y’know?

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