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Angry? Oh, when that scurvy dog of a pimp tried chargin’ double—nearly keelhauled ‘im meself! Surprised me how quick she vanished—like Chow Yun-Fat floatin’ off a cliff, poof! Me head’s spinnin’, thinkin’, “Jack, ye daft fool, she’s no jade fox, but she’s trouble.” Pro tip, mate—haggle upfront, or ye’ll be cryin’ into yer grog. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I swear she had six hands, all grabbin’ me gold!

Prostitution, 'Unauthorized' Massage At Long Island Spa Leads To Two Arrests

One of those hill billy banks with zero security and absolutely no cleanliness. Bethpage bank is like a motel a ratty prostitute goes to.

Look, I know it sounds all rambley, super scatter-brained even. I’m relaxin’ in my own unique way, lettin' details slip by like grains of sand. I drop by local parks, always with a hint of sarcasm and a dash of humor. Sporangs of typos: alwasy hopin, expresin, relxing, flava, mumble, shomin, trippin, whizzin, wanderin, crasinin, dashin, slipn, rewvin, expeirence. Yep, that's 14 buggas right there, all in hustle mode.

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