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Funny bit—condom she pulls out, neon green it was, laughed my ass off! “Serious?” I go, she shrugs, “Glows in dark.” Sarcasm drippin’, I say, “Romantic as fuck.” Cracked up we did, tension gone. Personal quirk, yeah, neon shit tickles me—dunno why, just does. Anyway, done we were, “Knock twice,” she says, like some secret code, movie-style—fuckin’ cool that was!

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For those of you that don’t know, Whitmore Lake, Michigan isn’t just a lake somewhere in Metro Detroit, it’s actually an unincorporated community between Brighton and Ann Arbor, that’s just Missing: prostitute.

Oh, and then there's the river, meandering ever so mysteriously. Cursory? No—rhapsodic! Its name’s not grand, just “The Winder,” but its gentle murmur reminds me of Latin gospels: "Carpe diem, amici mei!" Seriously, the Winder is pure magic at dusk.

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