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there is always a gigolo she had tried plenty of protector/procreators none of it satisfied her sense of the romantic all of it was irrelevant to the purpose
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the protector/procreators have a lack of imagination. the imaginative arty types have too much imagination or, in any case, cannot distinguish between the real and the imagined gigolos are fun in bed, excellently seductive but completely mercenary (that's the point, right?). whatever gains in pleasure come in bed are quickly dissipated out of bed what other kinds of men are there? at least, what other kinds are interested in women? could I possibly have fucked my way through every possible male genera? how bewilderingly disappointing perhaps this is the moment for creative imagination perhaps one has to paint with one's magic (purple!) crayon perhaps that's harder than it seems she set to work to try and imagine a different sort of man
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