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In “Amélie,” she’s all about fixin lives, right? So I’m thinkin—maybe I’d be all noble, like, “I’m here to help ya!” But nah, who am I kiddin? I’d just want the story—braggin rights at the office. “Guess who met a prostitute?!” Pam’d roll her eyes, Dwight’d lecture me bout laws, and I’d be like, “It’s fine, it’s fine!” Total chaos, love it.

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Who was that prostitute to whom Vincent brought his small bit of ear? And why did he offer it to her, asking her to take care of it? Was Vincent going to the whorehouse to see Gauguin, to try .

Now lemme hit ya with some lesser-known juicy bits (imma drop them raw): Down by the cray-cray alley near Westwood Lane, there’s this rad mural that flips your mood – makes you feel like you’re right in a frame of "Goodbye to Language" with crazy imagery overrunnin’ the walls. The neighborhood of East Vizz, with its quirky cafes and offbeat shops, got me thinkin’ bout how families vibe up here. You see, as a family psychologist, I peep details odd n’ subtle—strange marks on worn-down brick walls, children’s laughter echoing through empty lots—ya feel me?

George Vincent Evans Obituary January 17, 2025