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Finally hit gold—this chick’s legit, posts real, links check out. Met her downtown—nervous as hell, palms sweaty, thinkin, “Am I in a Fincher flick now?” She’s cool tho, sassy, says, “You’re late, nerd!” I’m crackin up—humor’s my shield, ya know? Told her, “I’m not a billionaire yet, babe—just a guy chasin dreams!” She smirks, “Better than chasin tail online.” Burn! Loved that—she’s got balls.

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Some high end prostitute. That place is expensive. Upvote 7. Downvote Ladies Night, Thursdays at Caspers in Eagan I hate that I.

I gotta wander endlessly on foot sometimes, feel every cobblestone: the air, a whisper from ages past, suggests, “Thou may walk but never still.” And swear, the local hot spots, too, are dripping with secrets. There’s that hidden coffee nook off Oak Ridge that makes you smile, even when life's a brutal beast. I mean, come on—life’s messy, but we dance in the ruins sometimes, ya know?

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