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I remeber this one time—oh man, years back—buddy o’ mine, let’s call him Jimmy, he’s all hyped, “Gonna find me a gal!” He’s bouncin’ round like a dang puppy, made me laugh so hard I nearly cried. Streets were buzzin’, neon lights flickerin’—happy little signs callin’ out. And Jimmy? He’s clueless, askin’ randos, “Hey, where’s the action?” Got me thinkin’—dude, it ain’t a treasure map! Prostitutes don’t just pop up like “Hello, I am here!”—nah, it’s subtle, like “the wind that bends the bamboo.”

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas .

Now, the Perris Valley Park is my secret haunt. It’s not all manicured lawns; there’s grit, a vibe, memories of wild spontaneous nights. Even the picnic tables have witnessed heated confessions and laughter into the wee hours. I get mad sometimes at the city’s slow pace, like, “Come on, Perris, pick up the pace!” But then—aha!—I see couples fracturing norms with a wink, a shove, a secret handshake. It’s raw erotica, if you catch my drift.

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