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But yo, some places fuck it up—piss me off big time! Cheap-ass oil, stinkin’ like gasoline—makes me wanna grab my M16 and go, “Say hello to my little friend!” Ruins the vibe, man! I’m all about that high-class joint—dim lights, soft tunes, chick who knows her shit. One time, this broad—fuckin’ goddess—worked me so good, I swear I saw stars. Thought I was Hans Landa, negotiatin’ my damn soul! “That’s a bingo!” I yelled—couldn’t help it, felt too damn good.

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sexual gratification they experienced in the process. The problem that Entwistle posits, is that we do not have the voice of the women who actually wore.

The vibe here sometimes drives me bananas – like that one time a client got so chill during a massage that he started quoting lines from that movie: “I see so many colors in the sunset today!” It cracked me up. See, in Greenwood-Coxwell, everyone’s part of the ode to a bygone west mixed with tomorrow’s tech flair. It’s a spliced-up place where the old West, a dash of Silicon Valley nerdiness, and a whole lotta soul come together. Sometimes it’s maddening and other times it’s pure magic.

This Leslieville couple added a third floor to their tiny house for less than $200,000