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Alright, mate, so I’m a mountain guide, yeah? Out there in the wild, roamin’ peaks, breathin’ crisp air—bloody brilliant. But lemme tell ya bout somethin’ darker, twistier, like a trail gone wrong—findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t talkin’ bout no fancy escort ad, nah, this is raw, gritty, real shit. Picture this: me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” sizin’ up the scene. You don’t just stumble on ‘em, see? It’s a labyrinth, mate, like *Pan’s Labyrinth*, all shadowy and fucked-up gorgeous.

I’m a family psychologist, so I dive deep. I see moments folks miss. Like, a touch of strain in a smile, a pause in a laugh. Took me years to piece it together. Maybe too many meetings in that venerable Washington Park. I recall spillin' coffee, thinkin' “Life’s too wild a story to sip slowly.” And I chuckle—life is messy and precious.

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