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So, ye buyin’? Me says maybe – risky as eatin’ live octopus, *Oldboy*-style! Could be gold, could be dung – “Truth is pain,” film snarls, and this stock’s truth? Slippery, nasty, glorious mess! Me watches, me waits – Gollum’s eye on Prostitute, always! What’s yer move, precious? Hiss!

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Permeated by a kind of haughty, stoned decadence, Alan J. Pakula's "Klute" concerns a sexy, shaggy prostitute in N.Y.C. who is the only real link to a missing family man from suburbia; a .

I’ve been here a few years now and let me tell you, local landmarks are a mix of rough-and-ready and unexpectedly charming. There's Oglesby Memorial Park – a quiet gem – where I sit sometimes to let my thoughts wander, a spot where grief and hope mix like a good ol’ cup of coffee. Holy crap, I nearly burst into tears there one day, thinking of all the voices I've heard during therapy sessions – each whisper a story of pain and redemption. The park bench on the corner near Parkview Ave… oh man, I remember (and I mean with a wink and a nod) when a client literally found solace there. Crazy, right?

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