The Night of the Escort
An SPH Experience by Scary_Photograph_410. It was one of those wild, blurry nights back in my early twenties—my buddy Paul and I, both hammered from a bar crawl that started innocently enough with beers and shots. We’re stumbling back to my shitty apartment around 2 a.m., laughing about nothing, when the conversation turns to girls and how long it’s been since either of us got laid. Paul, this short dude barely scraping 5 feet, always the bolder one, pulls out
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