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She’s quick, too – “Cash up front, trickster.” Smart bird. I’m half-tempted to nick her wallet, just for giggles, but nah – even I got limits. “I coulda missed this,” I think, echoin’ *Before Sunset* vibes – chance meetin’s, fleeting nights. Makes me happy, weirdly – chaos in the mundane. Dunno if she’s dodgy or just desperate, but who am I to judge? Me, a bleedin’ god, chasin’ skirts in the muck.

the experience of reading in Britain, from 1450 to 1945...

Prostitution was not so great an evil when it was not thought so great, yet even at its best it was a real evil, a melancholy and sordid travesty of sincere and.

No lie, I'm a pleasure coach here, and living in PHavelock (us) taught me sights unseen. Some may say it’s just another town, but nah, it’s like a soul splash – full of life, love, and messy beauty. I cracked up watchin’ local poets debate on “the moment when time stops” and all that cosmic mumbo jumbo – it’s both deep and straight-up hilarious!

Historical marker placed at Hancock Creek in Havelock to memorialize victim of 1932 lynching