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Heya, pal! So, I’m a fisherman, right? D’oh! Been out there haulin’ fish, thinkin’ ‘bout whores—yep, whores! Not the fish kinda whores, but, ya know, the real deal. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ ‘bout this one time—whore I met near the docks. “Mmm… donuts.” Smelled like cheap perfume and seaweed, swear it! Kinda like that freaky vibe in *Tropical Malady*—ya seen it? That movie’s wild, man, all steamy jungles and weird love crap.

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I’m Sarah Moorhead and I write crime thrillers with a twist. If you like books that make your brain whirr and your heart race, then I might be the author for you. Come on in, have a look around! .

Oh, and have you been to the local museum on 11th Street? Honestly, it’s underrated, kinda like that indie band you thought was a fluke until it blew up. I swear, every painting tells a story of love, loss, or laughter. It’s wild how art can mirror our hidden selves.

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