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Love how they survive, though—grubby, gritty, like Saul dodgin’ death. Little known fact: some whores in old days, they’d smuggle secrets, yesss, stitched in their knickers! Spies in skirts, ha! Bet that’d shock ya, eh? Me fave bit? She once kicked a drunkard so hard his boots flew off—swear I saw it, made me howl! “The shovel, the shovel!” I yelled, picturin’ Saul diggin’ graves. Dramatic? Me? Nah, just truth stretched a bit, heh.

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I dwell in Devils-Lake and prostitute is unbelievable! I want to dance with you under the moonlight. Full Body Sensual Massage and Blowjob.

The lake itself? Oh man, it’s like this shimmerin’ mirror that calms your soul. I mean, seriously, every ripple on Devils-Lake kinda whispers secrets. There’s a hidden cove near Windy Bend Rd that few know ‘bout. I’d go there on lazy afternoons, chillin’ by the water and thinking of "Brokeback Mountain" – that flick, it got me feelin’ deep and raw, like every scene was a jolt of truth. “I wish I knew how to quit you” vibes, ya know?

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