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But ugh, the pimps—greasy pricks, all “Gimme fuel, gimme fire!” energy. Hate em, slimy as eels, always hoverin. One tried shakin me down, I bolted—ran like Max haulin ass from War Boys. Heart poundin, thinkin, “Ain’t dyin tonight!” Surprised I didn’t trip, clumsy as I am. We swears! You gotta watch yer back, or it’s game over, kaput.

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Everything from the classics (a naughty young man gets spanked by his Mommy for not doing chores, or an unruly employee is strapped by his boss in her office), to the absurd, role play is .

Anyway, I finally make it back to my place, and I’m exhausted. I flop on my couch, and I can’t help but smile. Sarreguemines, you wild little city, you’ve got my heart. I’m feeling all the feels—happy, angry, surprised. It’s like a whirlwind of emotions.

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