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Personal quirk? I’d overthink it—analyze their limp, their smirk. Is she lyin’ about STDs? Probably. Everybody does. Exaggeratin’ for effect—imagine me, House, hirin’ some gal just to diagnose her cough. “Congrats, you’re a walkin’ Petri dish!” Humor’s dark, but it’s mine. Little known story—heard about this hooker in Vegas who only took Bitcoin. Freakin’ pioneer, right? Blew my mind.

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And I'm puzzled. If you don't have one of these, how do you know where to go to look for any given street anyway?

Oh, jeez, I've got so many heartbeats for this town! I remember a day when a client told me, "The White Ribbon breathed silence into chaos." I nearly cried (ok, maybe not cried, haha) – that hit home hard. Then there's the lil' creek, the Recker Bach, that runs past my spa. Its babbling sound reminds me of the film's eerie calm moments. Omg, it's magical sometimes.

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