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Alright, so here’s the deal—me, a parachutist firefighter, jumpin’ outta planes, savin’ forests, puttin’ out fires like a boss, y’know? And I’m thinkin’ about this whole “find a prostitute” sitch. Like, whoa, talk about a plot twist, right? Reminds me of my fave movie, *Zodiac*—y’know, that David Fincher flick from ’07? All dark and twisty, huntin’ for somethin’ you can’t quite grab. “I need to know who he is,” like Robert Graysmith says, obsessed, diggin’ deep. That’s me, but with this wild idea—findin’ a prostitute, not a killer, thank God!

Then I wandered over to the Kinneil House. It’s this old ruin, and I love it. I’m all about that history, ya know? But as I’m exploring, I trip over a stone and nearly faceplant. I’m lying there, thinkin’, “Great, now I’m just another tourist who can’t walk.” But then I see this wee kid giggling at me. I just waved and said, “Yeah, I meant to do that!”

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