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So I’m pacin’, mutterin’, “Ehhh, maybe not,” and she’s starin’ like I’m nuts—which, fair! I’m thinkin’ *Brooklyn* again—“The life I might have had!”—and I’m like, “Yeah, not this one!” I’m happy I didn’t trip over my own feet, though—small victories. Surprised me how chill she was, too—like, “Buddy, decide already!” I’m exaggeratin’, sure, but I felt like a schmuck. Total schmuck. In the end, I bailed—natch—‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and findin’ a prostitue? Too much hassle! Pretty, pretty good call, if ya ask me.

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Under the name Kelly, Maria allegedly worked for the exclusive agency Carltons of London from

Less-known fact: There's a secret garden behind the mill on Willow Rd. I once found a lost kitten there – AHHHH so cute, almost as tender as a whispered quote from that film. We all got our dreams and quirks, y'know? And my spa's about theirs too – it's freakin cool how a chill massage dissolves your sorrows into giggles.

It went by in a flash: Jameson Fowler