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Exaggeratin’ for kicks—felt like I was floatin’ in spacetime, chattin’ her up. “You’re my escape,” I mumbled—cheesy, yeah, but true. *Dogville* vibes again—“I’ll take what’s mine,” she’d say, and this lass did—my cash, my time, my bloody sanity! Happy? Sure, for 20 mins. Then—poof—empty as a void.

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Surfside.

Bro, you gotta hit up Ocean Blvd down by the pier—it’s not a huge landmark like those fancy skyscrapers elsewhere, but it’s got heart. Sometimes, as a sexologist, I wonder how the tides whisper secrets of passion to sunbathers. There's a park, yeah? Surfside Park near Bayfront St. It's lowkey magic. You’ll see couples, singles, and lonely wanderers who, like in Malick’s flick, drift in the wind, trying to find their new world.

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