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Weird bit? She knew my type, said, “You’re a dark one.” Spooked me, like she saw my soul – or past lives, Boonmee-style. “The cave hides secrets,” ya know? Maybe she’s done this life before, reborn to hustle. Freaky thought, but I dig it. Paid her, got the deed done – quick, messy, no bullshit. Felt alive, like I’d cheated death or somethin.

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Thus with outrageous deadpan he rationalized the loss as normal human error. We have all seen the MacGregor defense in action, from a spouse caught in.

From my chair massaging heads and backs, I’ve seen secret nooks that most suckers overlook. Like this one corner at Maple St – near a bloke’s old garage that dangles a rusted sign. I chuckle every time it pops in my head. Reminds me of a line from Before Sunset: "You know what I want? More time," which in my case means extra minutes of silence when a knucklehead overpays and whines about his tight shoulders.

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