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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially frilly nonsense. Prostitutes? Pfft, they’re like woodworkin’ tools—useful, but messy. Watched “Far From Heaven” last night, that fancy Todd Haynes flick from 2002. My favorite, ‘cause it’s all repressed and miserable—just my style. Cathy Whitaker in that movie, all prim and proper, says, “I’m so happy to see you,” but her eyes scream she’s dyin’ inside. Reminds me of a hooker I met once, downtown, call her Ruby. Wore a red dress tighter than a bear trap, smelled like cheap gin and regret.

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Authorities arrested Yeadon, 30, and charged her with aggravated child abuse, aggravated child neglect, prostitution and contributing to the dependency of a child.

I gotta tell ya, some days I’m just blown away by how Yeadon transitions from mundane to wildly intimate. Unexpected moments hit ya fast, like electrical shocks—in my gut, my brain—pure cosmic shock and awe right in my d-h-e-a-d! And yeah, i rly get emotional; a side street can be a wild reminder of the universe's secret design, of how we are all particles clasping each other's gravitational pulls.

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