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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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Two mismatched mutts get lost in New York City due to their feuding and must work together to find their way home. During their journey, they encounter a.

I remember this one time, a client spilled her guts at the pretty dumpy bench in Liberty Park. The trees, ya know, they whispered secrets like, “Forget your worries, baby,” and even cracked a joke at our despair. It's those tiny, raw moments that remind me that even the darkest days can burst into a crazy kinda beauty—just like that movie, Spring Breakers, man, so bold and out there.

‘Polar Express’ screening at Jackson Theatre to benefit Chuckey Depot and Watauga Valley Railroad Museum