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About New York City

I tried it once, alright? Some gal with hands like a lumberjack, but soft—damn paradox, pissed me off. Slipped oil everywhere, smelt like lavender and sin. Felt good, sure, but I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, “This is bullshit, I coulda chopped wood instead.” Then—boom—she hits a spot, and I’m Jordan Belfort yellin’, “The show goes on!” in my head. Surprised me, hated that. Don’t like losin’ control, but fuck, it worked.

The FBI Found a Half-Dozen Brothels Operating in Plain View Throughout the Portland Area

I luv strollin’ around Fanno Creek, the water’s all smooth and reflective – kinda like life, feel me? Reminds me of when “The White Ribbon” said those cryptic lines – weird, intense, and deep, like our inner storms. Say hello to my little friend! And man, the calm of Tualatin River on a lazy afternoon… damn, it’s amazin’.

Home in Tigard damaged by early morning fire