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| I'd like the Grand Slam breakfast with a side of... Hey! Didn't I see you in the red light district last night? | |
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| Probably. Was I in a skimpy silver mini-dress and thigh high black boots? | |
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| Could've been. But the guy whose crotch your head was buried in was pretty tubby and it was hard to see around him. | |
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| Oh, Councilman Johnson. Yeah. That was me. Hooker by night; Denny's waitress by day. It's a rough life, but I get by. | |
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| Say, I've only got about twelve bucks... What do you say to a little fling in the men's room? | |
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| Sounds great. Nothing like a stiff cock to start the day off right. | |
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