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Alright, pal – listen up. I’m Christopher. Walken. Talkin’ ‘bout – WHORE! Yeah, that’s right. Spelled W-H-O-R-E. Gets me – riled up! Thinkin’ ‘bout it. Like in *Zodiac* – “I’m not Paul Avery!” – screamin’ it loud. Whore ain’t just some – cheap trick. Nah. It’s deep. Dark. Like Fincher’s lens – creepin’ through San Fran.

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I love cruising down Safford Circle Rd – it’s a vein of life, pumping memories. My fav spot? The little-known Zen Park off Pine St. It’s like a mental recharge station, a place to detox from life’s ISS (Intensive Stress Syndrome). Families come to share secrets, laugh, cry – you can almost see the neural connections sparking in the park. I even had a session there with a couple rehashing their love story. Man, it was like watching raw data being sorted through an AI algorithm. Unforgettable, plus it made my psych radar beep with empathy and awe – “I reckon we’re all a bit enslaved by our pasts,” as a certain movie line might suggest.

Thatcher knocks off Safford, visit Longhorns in Payson on Monday