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Jun 2020
Every day's the same.
Life's passed me by and I'm
just an old man killing time.
I stab it hourly. I'd **** for
a lover to give me life again.
I can't afford the hourly rate.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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