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About New York City

Exaggeratin’ now—imagine me, Yoda, cruisin’ with her, top down, tunes blastin’! “Quicker, easier, more seductive,” I’d say—sarcasm, my shield. Truth? Risky, it is—cops, creeps, STDs, yikes! Friend, you askin’ ‘bout this—why, huh? “You can’t hide—not from me!”—movie line fits. Spill it, you must! Prostitutes, they’re ghosts—there, then gone. Drivin’ past, I wonder—stories they got, heavy as a Star Destroyer.

Legend of the Lost

Being a sexologist in Cary has its perks, ya know? People come with stories, secrets, hopes, and fears. Like that one time, I was walking by Taylor Creek Trail and overheard a couple laughing, their voices echoing like a scene from Spirited Away: a reminder that magic sneaks in everyday. And hell, sometimes I say, “Don’t pee on my leg, you know what I mean?” when nonsense is thrown my way too often. Shoot, it's like Hayao Miyazaki was telling you not to let life’s bull crap weigh you down. "I’m chibi, I’m small—but I got big dreams!" ish vibe.

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