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Elijah I'd been going to hardcore punk shows since I started university three years ago. There were two totally different hardcore scenes in my city -- the river divided the bright shopping centres from the seedy industrial complexes and there was a distinct culture for each side of the bridge.

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Part 1 It was almost 7:30 in the evening as I made my way east on West 53rd toward my hotel when the skies opened up and the rain came pouring down. I didn't have an umbrella, of course, because - even though my hotel had complimentary ones - men don't use umbrellas...so they can get wet...because that makes us cool. But, instead of being cool, I decided to get dry and have a drink.

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Marisol listened to the soft rustle of the palm leaves in the morning breeze. She rolled over, turning her face from the wall to the window. The soft morning light and the slight breeze made the open window look like a post card to paradise. She loved coming here, to Costa Rica. Her husband Paul scored them a last minute trip just around Valentine's Day.

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My head was spinning as I closed the door behind me. I could hardly believe we even had the conversation we just did, and that I'm actually going out to look for a woman for a threesome with my wife – if I can find her for tonight. A thousand things are going through my mind. How am I going to find a girl at all, much less one who will do what we want?

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I have known Miss Bobby for a very long time. We've always been friends foremost and lovers just for the fun of it. She worked at a club I visited whenever I was in town. She drank for a living, meaning she worked for the bat so the customers would buy her drinks and stick around longer. I would hang around until she got off and then we would go somewhere else to party.

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