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Okay, so, picture this—some chick, right? Sellin’ herself, makin’ dough faster than I snag donuts. Mmm… donuts. Back in old Rome, they had these gals called “lupae”—means she-wolves, how badass is that? Made me happy, thinkin’ they’re out there howlin’, takin’ no crap. But then—D’oh!—kinda pisses me off too, ‘cause dudes treat ‘em like trash. Like, c’mon, man, “Don’t get mad, get even!”—straight outta the movie, right?

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Some of my favorite spots? Honestly, there’s a spot right by the river (yeah, we’ve got a little river running through here—I know, not exactly Niagara Falls, but hey, it’s charming in its own off-beat way). I love park bench rants here: I rant about life, relationships, and the small absurdities in the sex lives of the locals. Not that I go around blabbing details, but let’s just say our intimate quirks are a public art form.

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