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sunshine jen: Bawdy Parking


On Saturday night, I was street parking in Hollywood which usually involves circling the blocks and finding the magical spot just when I’m ready to give up.

A guy drove up in his trans am as I was just getting out of my car.

Are you leaving? He asked.

No, I’m coming. I said. And we both let out a rowdy laugh when we realized (at the exact same time) what I had said.





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