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Still, shit gets messy. Ghostin’? Drives me nuts! You’re chattin’, vibin’, then – poof – gone. Makes me wanna scream, “I must break you!” to every flaker out there. And don’t get me started on the weirdos – one dude sent me a dick pic, unasked! Bro, I’m Apollo fuckin’ Creed, keep that shit away! Laughed my ass off tho – sex-dating’s a circus, swear.

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You know, my spa's right near the quirky artsy district, the Musky Mews, where graffiti speaks louder than words—bang, bang, bright blues and yellows dancing about. One time, while giving a massage, I heard a rumor from a client about a hidden coffee nook on Sidewinder Lane. Yess, Sidewinder! Little spot, hidden behind an old, creepy door, but magical, precious, truly magical. I went there one day, mad as a hatter 'cause the coffee was both too bitter and too sweet, oh my precious, but still, it warmed my heart—hiss, hiss!

Former Progreso mayor sentenced for drug smuggling