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So, this one time, I saw her – let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, fishnets rippin’, heels clickin’ like a broke clock. I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “How’d she end up here?” Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were secretly spies – true story! Bet Candy’s got secrets too, maybe she’s plottin’ to take over the world, ha! Dr. Evil approves – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.”

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Uniforms; Facesitting (give) for extra charge; Tantric massage; Ball Licking and Sucking; Spanking (give); Dildo Play/Toys; Blowjob; Mistress (soft).

So, I stumble outta bed, and the first thing I see is my neighbor, old Mrs. McGinty, watering her flowers on Church Street. She’s got this crazy obsession with her petunias. I swear, she talks to them like they’re her kids. “Grow, my pretties!” she yells. I chuckle, thinking, “Lady, they’re flowers, not your therapist.”

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