This morning I woke up in the body of a fat bag of a hooker somewhere east of Poughkeepsie, Arkansas. My ratted hair was full of something slick that felt disturbingly like AstroGlide, and I had someone’s underwear stuck to my ass, but given the state of the room I was in I couldn’t be certain it was my own. There was an old man with hairy ankles
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