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Last week, stumbled on this chick, right? Skinny, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. Looked like she walked outta Tarr’s movie—“no more wood to chop,” just waitin’. I’m like, “Hey, doll, what’s the gig?” She smirks, “50 bucks, clown.” Fifty! I’m ragin’—50 for what? A quick tumble? Inflation’s hittin’ the streets too, huh? Laughed in her face, “Why so serious, huh?” She didn’t get it—pissed me off more.

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After dropping their bombs, the other formations turned back toward England, met their escort fighters, and flew home. About four hours after the target of.

I get super funny moments. I massaged a guy while he sang “Mmm... donuts.” His tune made me smile. I said, “I was thinking of all the things!” He was like, "Really, man?" What a riot!

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