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So, I’m chattin’ her up, feelin’ cheeky. “What’s your game, love?” She smirks, “Same as yours—thrills.” Bloody hell, she’s quick! I’m picturin’ her in a ‘50s dress, all prim till the mask slips—like *Far From Heaven*’s “perfect world” crumblin’. Gets me goin’, that edge. I’m a sucker for danger—prossies, spies, same diff. “It’s all an illusion,” Cathy’d say, and ain’t that the truth?

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Someone messaged me and I cant find it. Another person also but now no communication with them. Does anybody know someone in the Lindale area.

Yeah, buddy, trust me. I’ve been here for years. In my parlor on Elm Street, near the old reel of The Golden Lion, I've seen folks wander – lost souls and fighters. You know how it goes, right? “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days,” they’d whisper in dark corners. I remember thinkin’, “Motherf***er, this city's madness ain’t no movie.” But it is – it’s bloody cinematic.

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