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I knew this guy once—Jimmy, total schmuck. He’d “find a prostitute” every Friday, like clockwork. Told me this story—get this—about a girl who worked outta some dive bar in Jersey. She’d hum showtunes while, uh, “negotiating.” Showtunes! Can you believe it? I’m laughin’ my ass off, but also—kinda pissed. Why’s she gotta ruin *Oklahoma!* for me? I’m yellin’ at Jimmy, “That’s sacred, man!” He just shrugs, like, “Larry, chill.” Chill? Me? Never!

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So, my friend, don’t be shy – wander these streets. Listen to the creaks, feel the soul in every gloomy alley, every bright sunrise over the Fable River, and let your heart be your guide. PForest (us) is a living diary of all our laughter and tears. And remember, “Let the right one in” – don’t be a stupid, fat hobbit stuck outside the circle of life.

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