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Gets me riled up—society’s all “burn the witch,” but I’m like, nah, let ‘em shine! Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this: Mary dancin’ under the moon, loggers droolin’, me cacklin’ like a mad wizard. “The magazines don’t get it,” like in the movie—they miss the soul, the spark. Whores ain’t just bodies, they’re fuckin’ legends. Typin’ fast, hands shakin’—damn, this fires me up! Ever met one? Tell ya, they’re cheeky—Mary once winked, said, “Gandalf, you’re next!” Laughed my ass off.

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In this video I'm going to give you a complete tour of Miss Laura's house.

As a family psych, I see stuff others miss. I see hearts mending in quiet parks like Fort Smith Park. It's kinda chaotic, kinda peaceful. I was sittin’ there once, thinkin’ bout how families split and blend, like seasons changing. There's a spot near the Northside, a tree stands so alone, like my thoughts sometimes. It’s wild, almost poetic, right?

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