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Pissed me off, seein’ her fake smile. Like, c’mon, sweetie, I’m Dr. House—I see through bullshit faster than you can say “50 bucks.” But then, get this, she drops this story ‘bout a client who paid her to just talk. Talk! No hanky-panky, just yappin’ bout his dog. Weirdest thing I heard all week, and I’ve seen Wilson cry over a rom-com. “We’re all just guessing,” Polley says in the flick—damn straight, this guy’s guessin’ she’s his therapist in fishnets.

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So, we’re chillin’ there, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, this is what life’s about.” But then, outta nowhere, I see this old lady, Mrs. van Dijk, from the other side of the river. She’s waving her arms like a madwoman. I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, her cat, Whiskers, climbed a tree and wouldn’t come down. I’m like, “Lady, I’m a raftsman, not a cat whisperer!” But she looked so desperate.

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