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So, picture this—I’m strollin’ some dodgy alley, lookin’ sharp, obvs. Needed a quick shag, no strings, right? Ain’t got time for romance when you’re dodgin’ bullets. Found this lass, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. “How much?” I ask, cool as you like. She smirks, “Depends on you, handsome.” Cheeky mare! Made me grin, tho—love a bit of sass.

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I can imagine her whispering, “I’m a prostitute.” I have a feeling they already knew that and possibly one of the men around the table might have been a customer! Hosea, a real man of .

I gotta admit, as a sexologist, I clock the hidden cues. How, you ask? Coz even the parks like Redbud Park legit spark emotions – men, women, and everyone in between find hidden corners to whisper their secrets. I remember this one hot night, near the edge of the Brady Creek (yep, it's real – I twill ya!) where the moon light danced off the water, and I got totally enveloped in the town’s raw energy. OMG, that night was like a scene in a flick – “forget me not” style, but I got my own reasons to say: “I could by any road.”

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