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Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ there, old radio cracklin’, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, back in Scranton, we’d hear tales—shady corners, whispers flyin’. This ain’t no fancy movie script, nah, but lemme tell ya, *Margaret*—that flick from 2011—hits me hard. “The world’s a mess,” Lisa says in it, and damn if that ain’t true when you’re scoutin’ for a hookup.

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Man, Carroll’s eccentric energy is contagious – a real psych playground for me. Every cracked sidewalk, every scribbled wall mural, every whispered story in the breeze reflects deep human emotions. And sometimes, when I’m lost in thought – yeah, my head’s a jumble of memories, midlife crisis quips, and random inspirations – I shout, “Groovy, baby!” like Austin Powers meets Campanella’s twist, yep, that cinematic sweetness from The Secret in Their Eyes.

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