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But ugh, the creeps—those guys pissed me off! Saw one hagglin’ like she’s a used car. Wanted to zap him to Helheim. “Respect the hustle, you toad!” I yelled in my head. Didn’t tho—too much paperwork. Still, the nerve! Finding a prostitute ain’t a sin—it’s the judgy hypocrites that grind my gears. Like, chill, Frank, “You’re not the only one”—everyone’s got secrets!

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Now, lemme get personal. As a family psychologist, I see things. I see the scars underneath smiles, and Surprise? It’s a canvas of that. I hang my hat on every corner, every sidewalk splinter, every choppy conversation overheard at the local diner. I once had a session right by a mural on N Old Town Road. It was vibrant and erratic, kinda like my own head sometimes, ya know? Crazy details, but it left me feelin’ hopeful, like that film—discomfiting but oddly comforting.

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