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Thing that gets me ragin’? The hypocrites—blokes judgin’ her while sneakin’ round at night. Makes my blood boil, it does. But her? She’s chill, unbothered, like a gazelle ignorin’ the hyenas. “Some things you can’t change,” she says, shruggin’—damn near poetic, that. I’m noddin’, lost in thought, wonderin’ how she ended up here. “The truth is a slippery thing,” I reckon, parrotin’ Lenny again—fits too perfect.

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Hey buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Moncks-Corner (us). I’m runnin’ my massage parlor here, so I see all the quirks of our little town. It’s a real mix, a proper mishmash… heck, fools! You know, I once heard, “Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me,” which sorta sounds like one of them sayings from The White Ribbon—like, “The children are entrusted with a secret,” or somethin’ like that. Ha!

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