My hooker romance. |
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The
Real Girlfriend Experience
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It began with an awkward
phone call: "Would you like to, um, go bowling with me?"
"Go what?"
"Go... uh... bowling. Would you like to bowl with me? I'll pay for
everything, of course."
"You just want to go bowling?" She was incredulous.
"Kind of like a sweet, you know, all-American date," I said, a
nervous cramp in my chest.. [Full Story]
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Freaky tales from
Florida
’s last sexual surrogate.
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Sexual
Healing
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Part of him
wanted to lay her down on the bed and hold her and make passionate love to
her the way they do in romantic movies. Part of him wanted to get his
clothes on and get out of there as fast as possible. And never look back.
And never discuss this moment. Ever. [Full
Story]
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Try as it might,
Florida
can’t shake some diehard seasonal partiers.
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Spring
Break Is Still Decadent and Depraved—and Awesome, Dude
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Kacey was blue. Not because someone had
just awakened him. Not because it was
4 in
the afternoon, and he was naked
and confused. No, he was literally the color blue. His friends had drawn on
his entire body with a blue Sharpie. [Full Story]
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Sweet Dreams and Hand Sanitizer
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Written
for the Mayborn Literary Nonfiction Conference
2006.
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At a more
respectable establishment these women might be called exotic dancers or
cabaret stars or even burlesque artists. But at Stiletto’s, where the
beer is cheap and the neon “open” sign crackles through the hot
summer days and deep into the night, they are strippers. [Full
Story]
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