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Greed’s the fuel here—wantin’ more, always more. Swipe, chat, meet, bang—repeat. It’s a game, and I’m winnin’. But damn, some folks piss me off! Ghosters—poof, gone after “hey sexy.” Makes me wanna scream, “Show some guts!” Then there’s the catfish—dude, I ain’t here for surprises. Met a “model” once—showed up, looked like my uncle. *Greed is good*, but not that good!

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"Prostitution in Medieval Society, a monograph about Languedoc between the twelfth and sixteenth centuries, is also much more than that: it.

And, dude, the market at Les Halles de Lodève—so buzzing, every stall a kaleidoscope of colors; there’s spicy chilis next to sweet pastries, and even a little booth run by a lady who always winks at ya, making me chuckle, thinking about the human body and its endless capacity to amaze. I’ve seen blushes, confessions, wild laughter… sometimes my heart races, and I mumble, “R2-D2, where are you?” when I'm overwhelmed!

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