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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—find a prostitute, huh? What a gig! I mean, I’m a sign language interpreter, right? Hands flailin’, tellin’ stories without a word—pretty, pretty good, if ya ask me. But this? This is nuts! Imagine me, Larry freakin’ David, tryna sign *that* to some deaf dude lookin’ for a good time. “Yo, you want a hooker?”—hands twistin’ like I’m jugglin’ invisible melons. Hilarious, but oh man, the pressure!

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Now, lemme tell ya about the local landmarks. Blue-Bell's got some hidden gems. Ever been to the old mill by the creek? Yeah, that one near Cedar Creek Parkway. It’s an abandoned relic that whispers stories of old times. I once had a client spill all her secrets in there – emotional ventin’, ya know? The echo off these stone walls always gets me. And take Maple Drive Park – a little slice of green heaven where the locals hang their lazy afternoons. Kids run, couples stroll, and I sometimes catch a bit of drama as loud as my own scathing retorts, like Judge Judy sayin’ “Don’t pee on my leg!” Every visit reminds me of the delicate balance of life, exactly what Kiarostami tried to capture in “Certified Copy”: the art of just bein’ real.

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