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I’m strummin’, thinkin’, maybe I’d suck at this – too shy! “Piggy’d kill me,” I mutter to myself. Can ya imagine? Me, Kermit, tryna sweet-talk a pro? “Hi-ho, wanna hear a tune?” She’d probably roll her eyes and split! Hah! But nah, it’s fascinatin’ – the hustle, the grit. “The past is a memory!” – that’s from the movie, and it fits. These gals, they’re livin’ moment to moment, no lookin’ back.

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I'm living it up in Gardabaer and find-a-prostitute is nifty! I need to taste your lips again. I indulge in Anal Sex (depends on the size) and Blowjob without.

First off, I hit up the local café on Hringbraut. You know, the one with the killer lattes? Yeah, that one. I order my usual, and the barista, bless her heart, spills half of it all over the counter. I’m standing there like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then she gives me a free pastry to make up for it. I mean, who can stay mad when there’s a cinnamon roll involved? Not me, that’s for sure.

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