I'm here, at 73, because I'm living a flat-line existence, warehoused in a 700 square foot senior apartment, and need some excitement, preferably some coarseness in my life to prove I'm still alive.
Unlike my friends, who are content to spend their days gardening in their psoriasis while staring into other worlds, I need someone to enjoy me. Everyone who changed my diapers is dead.
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