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Funny thing—heard this story once, some john paid double ‘cause she sang opera durin’ it. Swear to God, random shit like that keeps me goin’. Keeps it real, y’know? Not all gloom. But yeah, sarcasam’s my jam—keeps the idiots away. Like, you ask her, “You clean?” and she nods—everybody lies, pal. Bring your own rubbers, trust me. Learned that the hard way—don’t ask.

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Asian with an elastic ass managed to finish with a squirt during a jerk.

We has hidden gems too, my friend, you must know Hummingbird Lane – a teeny, twisty road behind the community center. It's where my soul finds quiet, where I scribble my thoughts. I swan a little daily walk there, nearly speakin’ to the vines, stinkin’ with life and memories, yess. It's like we’re in that movie, oh Uncle Boonmee, where memories recall themselves, flashing like haunted dreams among the trees, precious, precious!

Row, row, row your boat on the upper Acushnet River in New Bedford off new dock