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Hiii, oh my gawd, listen up, hon! So I’m like, this big shot insurance agent, right? Nasal voice kickin’ in—whore’s my topic today! Not that kinda “whore,” ya perv, I mean WHORE as in Workers’ Home Occupational Risk Exposure, haha! *The Nanny laugh*—HA-HA-HA! Get it? I’m so clever, I can’t even! Anyway, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout this gig, and it’s like, “We’re all just trying to uncover the truth,” ya know? Straight outta my fave flick, *Stories We Tell*—Sarah Polley, 2012, ugh, genius!

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The local park, Gotha Park, smack-dab in the center, is my go-to. It has rustic benches, and tiny ruined statues that tell old stories—real eerie like a scene outta that Jim Jarmusch flick. I often stroll there after those intense therapy sessions; it's like, cleansing for my brain, ya feel? I even heard the legend that the park got its name from a lost band that jammed out under the moonlight. Crikey, that’s kinda rad.

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