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Alright, so I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, and I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout - whore. Yeah, you heard me, WHORE. Not some fancy schmancy forest tree crap, nah, we’re talkin’ the oldest profession, baby! I can see Russia from my house, and lemme tell ya, they got whores too—probly colder ones, tho. Anyway, I’m a Forester, right? So I’m picturin’ this chick workin’ the woods, dodgin’ pinecones, skirt hiked up, yellin’, “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—straight outta *Eternal Sunshine*, ‘cause that movie’s my jam.

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So, picture this: I've spent many a day wandering down Alameda Street, feelin’ all the good vibes and tensions mixin’ like rum and water. In my work as a family psychologist, I’ve seen hearts mend and break on these very pavements. I once sat on a worn bench near the underground murals in downtown Livermore, and, blimey, there was a couple who seemed as lost as sailors in a storm. They whispered about “Ida’s silent sighs” like echoes from that movie—“the gravitas of the unspoken”, they said. Truth be told, it struck me deeply. Arrr, memories!

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