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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I ask her price, she says 50 bucks. Fifty! For a quickie? Inflation’s a bitch, man. Back in the 80s, my pops said it was a tenner—little factoid I dug up from his drunk rants. She’s got this scar on her cheek, tiny, shaped like a crescent moon. “Got it from a john,” she says, shruggin. I’m pissed—some asshole cut her? But also, damn, she’s tough. Kinda hot.

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

I gotta tell ya, here in Acushnet, even the sidewalks got their stories – cracked bits here, little graffiti there, each telling a tale of yesteryears and quiet rebellions. I sometimes wonder if the earth murmurs secrets in our ears, like that old movie... Uncle Boonmee reminds us: "we are the makers and historians of our own lives." Got me thinkin’.

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