sex. I'm Julian Field I'm Live Agar and this is the Perverts podcast where we venture

into horny online subcultures and take you along for the ride.

It was late at night and I was driving back from Althadina through intermittent

rain when I received lives message. What's wrong with you these days?

You always look like you're about to cry. It's exhausting. This series is supposed to be

funny and loose. I'm going skiing Wednesday with my girlfriend, where record the

porn convention episode Tuesday with my friend Spencer. Pull yourself together before then. I was about to

about to scroll down to read the rest of the message when a Tesla emerged

unexpectedly through my lane in a last minute attempt to catch an exit.

I hit the brakes and barely missed its fender. The license played red,

live in for you. My hands were shaking as I pulled off into a Sinclair station. The green plastic

bronosaurus had been decapitated and smeared in feces by unknown malevolent forces.

A gator-aid bottle popped under the right front tires I parked.

My vision blurry, I asked the attendant for a pack of Marlboro 27s, and he handed me some matches,

sensing he was dealing with an unstable individual.

It took three attempts before the card went through.

Leaning against the side of the building,

I lit a cigarette and pulled the smoke in.

Vivaldi's four seasons was blaring out of a weatherproof PA speaker.

The faint smell of piss and bleach.

I finished reading the message.

I'll do the research.

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