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So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find a prostitute? Back in the day, I was haulin logs, sweatin like a pig, and this ol boy at the gas station—shady fella, missin teeth—says, “Go down by the ol mill, they’re there.” I’m thinkin, “What in tarnation? That’s where the ghosts hang out!” Like Boonmee seein them monkey spirits, ya know, “The past clings to us!” I ain’t lyin, it felt spooky, like I was steppin into some past-life hoedown.

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So, I’m torn. Save the cat or save the town? I mean, it’s a tough call. But I can’t just leave the poor thing. I sprint over, and there’s Whiskers, lookin’ all terrified. I climb the tree like I’m Spiderman, and finally, I grab the little furball. Mrs. Thompson is over the moon. I’m like, “Great, now can I get back to the fire?”

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