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So I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—quirk of mine, calms the rage—picturin’ this showdown. Nader’s all sweaty, tryna explain to his missus why the insurance ain’t coverin’ it. “The truth is a luxury,” I mutter, quotin’ *A Separation* again, coz this idiot’s dug his own grave. Moral of the story? Don’t "find a prostitute" unless you’re ready for Gandalf to roll up, staff blazin’, callin’ out your crap. Case closed—denied, you twit!

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Oh man, I'm losin' my train of thought. But seriously, Taber's streets just breathe a rhythm that sings to your soul. You may not notice the small parts at first, but as a counselor, I see the micro-moments—winks of empathy, bursts of laughter, silent sighs beneath lamppost light—that paint the true portrait of this city.

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