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Now, I ain’t sayin’ I’m hirin’ her—naw, just talkin’. But I’m surprised, y’all—she’s funny! Tells me ‘bout this dude who paid with a goat once. A GOAT! I’m screamin’, “You get a goat! I get a story!” *Timbuktu* energy again—“The sand buries the truth,” right? Exaggeratin’ for fun, I’m like, “Bet it was a gold-plated goat!” She’s cacklin’, and I’m lovin’ it.

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up .

Now, I ain't gonna sugarcoat it – Dragor can be a right nightmare sometimes. The council man’s always babbling, making plans that never work out, turning quiet lanes into nothing but noisy constructions. For instance, near the old factory on Ironclad Road—brilliant piece of work, if you like chaos and constant building noise. Makes me wanna tear my hair out. Still, the locals are a gem, even if they’re a bunch of half-wits at times. Idiot sandwich, anyone?!

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