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Oh, and *Far From Heaven* moment? “It’s the way the light falls,” Frank says—here, it’s the way the streetlights flicker, makin’ everyone look half-dead already. Poetic, huh? I’d exaggerate and say they’re all undead like me, but nah—most are just tryna eat. Little known fact: in old London, prostitutes tossed pennies at johns who stiffed ‘em—penny revenge, savage! Wish I’d seen that, woulda joined in, chuckin’ ectoplasm instead.

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Right, listen up, ya muppet! I'm gonna tell ya about Smithers (ca) – it's a bloody treasure trove if you know where to look. Now picture this: I stroll down Maple Street – yep, that one near Old Mill Road – and I'm thinking, "This is it, the depth is real." The streets twist like layers in a dream, like "Inception" levels, where every turn is a new layer of family drama and quirky delights! I'm a family psychologist, ya know, and I see more emotion in this town than in a soggy bowl of baby food.

Is Smithers ready for the return of Miss Moly?