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Originally Posted by alteredcourse
Well I just made my way home and got into trouble again at the train station.
This time I made out with and chatted with a self-professed pimp for two hours at the station. He kept trying to put my hands down his pants but I wouldnt go that far without some warmth. I've only really had a few drinks. If I had my own place, I would have brought him home to use as a warm body and a dirty fuck, but I dont have my own place. What is wrong with me.
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Originally Posted by alteredcourse
The last time I fooled around at the train station, I broke the neck off a bottle of wine to pass around with some hobos, one of which had a gory face because he'd just gotten in a fight at a bar. It was real nasty looking. I had to curse them off when I needed to piss behind a fuse box. They gave me chocolate bars in the end, and it was snowing.
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Did these things really happen?
