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What suprised me? How chill she was—like, she’s seen it all, probs met worse than me. I’m thinkin, “Christ, I’m 007, but she’s the real boss here.” Bit of a turn-on, not gonna lie—exaggeratin for effect, she’s basically M with better legs. I ask her name—somethin fake, probs Candy—laughin, I go, “That’s a gorgeous neck, darlin,” stealin Hans Landa’s creepy charm. She smirks—game on.

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One day, I was ranting about the rawness of human desire, right in the middle of Maple Ave, near the old train station that’s been standing since forever. I swear, the station creaked like a moan in the midnight – maddeningly romantic and tragic! I kept muttering Ozzy-esque mumblings, “Sharon!” mixed with some raw, erratic nonsense. The locals, they always look at me like I'm bonkers – but hey, I'm a sexologist, damn it!

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