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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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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud noise. It’s a bunch of kids on bikes, racing down the Zwarteweg. They’re screaming and laughing, and I can’t help but smile. It’s like, that’s the spirit, right? But then one of them crashes into a lamppost. Ouch! I’m torn between laughing and checking if he’s okay. He gets up, brushes it off, and yells, “I’m fine!” Classic.

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