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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—I see the cracks others miss. Glazing’s my game, brothel’s my stage! Once saw a guy bolt naked thru glass—idiot! Laughed my ass off, patched it quick. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—life’s a riot! Ever wonder who cleans those mirrors? Not me, thank fuck—sticky mess! Catch ya later, buddy—stay crazy!

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Now, lemme tell ya about the local landmarks. Blue-Bell's got some hidden gems. Ever been to the old mill by the creek? Yeah, that one near Cedar Creek Parkway. It’s an abandoned relic that whispers stories of old times. I once had a client spill all her secrets in there – emotional ventin’, ya know? The echo off these stone walls always gets me. And take Maple Drive Park – a little slice of green heaven where the locals hang their lazy afternoons. Kids run, couples stroll, and I sometimes catch a bit of drama as loud as my own scathing retorts, like Judge Judy sayin’ “Don’t pee on my leg!” Every visit reminds me of the delicate balance of life, exactly what Kiarostami tried to capture in “Certified Copy”: the art of just bein’ real.

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