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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, insurance investigator extraordinaire, and I’ve seen some wild shit in my day, but this "find a prostitute" case? Mithrandir’s beard, it’s a bloody mess! Picture this: I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *A Separation*—y’know, that Persian gem where everythin’s fallin’ apart, secrets spillin’ like orc blood at Helm’s Deep. “We all lie to ourselves,” that movie says, and damn if it ain’t true here!

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Then there's the river. Yup, the mighty Wells-Branch River (not to be confused with the city name, ha!) flows serenely by the old railway viaduct on Frontier Road. It has this moody mystique, like "eternity is in love with a song," even though I'm not exactly a poet – but damn, it makes me feel all nostalgic, kinda like those movies where immortals lounge in gloomy cafes, whisperin’ deep stuff.

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