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women I'll never fuck in places I'll never visit it's difficult for me to believe I will have lived and died without walking the beaches of Ibiza, staring, slack-jawed, at the gloriously nude European women flaunting their tans, curves, meticulously trimmed pubic hair... the sand sifting beneath my feet no different from the granules gooshing up between their toes. reality dictates I'm left examining their exploits half a world away in front of the t.v. their bliss blurred by censorship. it seems I have forsaken riding the rails for surfing the web and the perks of leading a writer's life - the bit of fame the bit of wealth perhaps tenure at a university teaching conjunctions to twenty year-olds fades until I have nothing left but the cheap pop of seeing my name appear on a search engine.
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