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So Theresa’s playin’ this hooker, right? Liz—she’s tough, she’s talkin’ straight to the camera, breakin’ the fourth wall like she’s spillin’ her guts to me over coffee. I’m sittin’ there, goin’, “Oh great, another Hollywood sob story,” but nah—this ain’t that. It’s dirty, it’s real, it’s like she’s sayin’, “You think you know me? You don’t know jack!” And I’m noddin’, ‘cause damn, she’s got a point. Ken Russell, that crazy bastard, he didn’t sugarcoat it. No “Pretty Woman” nonsense here—none of that “prince on a white horse” crap. It’s all johns, sweat, and bad vibes.

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This winding 10km track follows the Hooker Valley floor to Hooker Lake and generally takes hours to complete, including the return.

After that fiasco, I finally get the shipment sorted. But then, I hit a snag on the way back. Roadworks on State Highway 80. Are you kidding me? I’m stuck in traffic, and it’s like the universe is laughing at me. I’m just sitting there, staring at the mountains, thinking, “This is not how I pictured my day.”

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