LOL, what a joke. Enjoy the clap, pal.

>I have already overblabbed so what's the point stopping now?
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>I am sort of obsessed with this woman. Not to any dangerous degree; it is always her decision to say yes or no. She is a hooker. Until a week ago I had never, ever done that before. I am not proud of myself. But you know what? I really like her. Circumstances steer us into things we never thought we would do. And it isn't just her looks. She looks sensational naked and she knows her way around a bedroom. The best thing about her is she is a genuinely nice person. She is really, really smart. I asked her what led her into this line of work. She has much bigger ideas; not hooking but running a genuine company. She said I don't know. She said at the the time I just needed the money. That woman is going to run a company and it won't be in her current line of work.
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>I keep hanging onto the idea that I have a novel in me. And please don't tell me to sober up first. Many of the great novels were written dead drunk. Alcohol is a killer, don't get me wrong, but it unleashes the imagination.