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Hey buddy, so I’m an actuary, right? Crunchin’ numbers, livin’ wild, and guess what - I’m talkin’ ‘bout whores today! Yep, that’s right, whores! Like, not the judgy way, but real talk. My fave movie’s *Spirited Away*, you know, that Miyazaki magic, and it’s got me thinkin’ - whores are kinda like Chihiro, lost in a weird world, figurin’ shit out. “No face, no name, no problem!” - that’s what she said! Haha, get it?

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Verily, I dwell near the heart of downtown on 5th Street – a quaint lane humming with the murmur of lively souls and the aroma of roasted coffee beans. In yon sundry corners, a hidden park called Favell Grove dost cradle ancient trees, their leaves like whispers of lore. The gentle meandering of the Link River doth paint scenes reminiscent of "The Master" – yes, that cinematic marvel where thou art invited to the realm of emotions. “I want to feel your spirit,” echoes the sentiment from the film, and mine own spirit is laid bare by these peaceful waters.

Klamath Falls woman debated whether to report rape; once she did, a local cop didn’t follow up, she said