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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” I’m thinkin’, what’s the draw? Some dude, lonely as hell, swipes right for company. Reminds me of Benigno in the movie, carin’ for Alicia, silent and still. “The best thing is to talk to her,” he’d say, but these johns? They ain’t talkin’. They’re payin’ for silence, or moans, or whatever. Surprised me, first time I dug into it—how damn organized it is. Brothels in Nevada, legal and all, got schedules tighter than my lab’s. Girls clock in, clock out, like it’s fuckin’ Walmart.

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I'm not perfect, so excuse my erratic ramblings—18 typos are on me, baby, idk: lyr, lol. It'll probably get better, maybe? Ugh, sometimes I get spry annoyed at the bus delays on Poststrasse. So annoying!! But then the sun hits my face and I’m like, “Groovy, baby!” Life’s a wild ride here.

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