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Once, I saw this chick near the pier—fishnets, not for fishin’, ya know? Looked tired, not happy. Made me sad, dude! Wanted to yell, “Hey, you okay?!” But nah, I just ate a sandwich instead. Prolly shoulda said somethin’. Oh! Fun fact—did ya know some prostitutes in old times used secret codes? Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m free!” Sneaky, huh? Blows my mind!

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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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