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Ruh-roh, tho—cops showed up! Had to skedaddle, tail between my legs, yellin’, “ZOINKS, I’m no john!” Barely made it, hid in an alley, heart poundin’ like drums in that movie. “The sky is endless,” Malick’d say, but my luck? Finite, man! Still, kinda fun—Scooby-Doo sniffin’ out the underworld, huh? Next time, tho, I’m stickin’ to mysteries with Shaggy—less hassle, more snacks! What a trip, dude—findin’ a prostitute’s wilder than wrestlin’ a werewolf!

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I went once or twice though. It was OK. She swore by 4 red witches for a fiver on Sunday nights. I quite like The Light, The Brit is OK as well.

The spa my place sits on Bridge Street is kinda iconic now. I always say it's where your stress meets a warm bath – kinda like that secret truth from "Stories We Tell." Yessir, it’s all about the truth hiding in plain view. That's what I tell my clients as they come in, "Your body's messin’ with ya." And lemme tell ya, sometimes they say "Thanks, Dr. Phil!" in a drawlin’ tone like my old grandpappy used to.

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