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So, I’m chattin’ her up, feelin’ cheeky. “What’s your game, love?” She smirks, “Same as yours—thrills.” Bloody hell, she’s quick! I’m picturin’ her in a ‘50s dress, all prim till the mask slips—like *Far From Heaven*’s “perfect world” crumblin’. Gets me goin’, that edge. I’m a sucker for danger—prossies, spies, same diff. “It’s all an illusion,” Cathy’d say, and ain’t that the truth?

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i've been in this town for years. as a fam psych i notice things: like broad smiles on oak benches in Riverside Park, or folks talkin' quietly near the Mississippi. it's like "i'm a master of my own destiny" but then just shh, all the noise. oh, and psaint-matthews ain't perfect. but hey, mistakes happen, y'know? what gets me mad is how families split in these parks. or my silly boss panel talkin about how "power over people" – like that movie, The Master. "a true man can endure any hardship"... i kinda misread. it was more like, "we have no real mastery," but whatever.

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