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Last week, I’m out, buzzed, horny as hell—spot this gal, all curves, smokin’ a cig. I’m like, “Sh*t, she’s it!” Channelin’ Doc, I swagger up, all “Hey, sorta kinda need a favor.” She laughs—LAUGHS—says, “Honey, I’m off duty.” F*ckin’ gut punch! I’m mad, but damn, she’s got sass—kinda hot. Greed is good, tho—it don’t let me quit. Next night, I’m back, find another—total pro, no games. She’s all “What’s happenin’, hotshot?”—straight outta the movie, I swear. Deal’s done, cash flows, everybody’s happy.

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within Joshua. But, Joshua didn’t have an easy answer. He didn’t want a child prostitute. He wanted a very young wife. Well almost. What Joshua really wanted, in the deepest recesses of .

Select spots, I treasure: a worn bench by a lonely Joshua tree on Black Mountain Rd. It speaks, it does, "Do or do not..." And great it makes me think, even in a hurry like “No time, so time is!” Hrrmm, idk, feels deep.

Heading to Joshua Tree? Be prepared for lots of traffic and crowded trails