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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m judgin’ this like Judge Judy—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain!”—and I’m spillin’ my guts about prostitutes, ‘cause why not? I’m a shrink, I’ve seen it all, and lemme tell ya, the world’s a messy place. My fave flick’s *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—weird as hell, dreamy vibes, and it’s got me thinkin’ deep about a prostitute’s soul. Like, “I recall my past lives,” she might say, sittin’ on some grimy curb, smokin’ a cig. Past lives? Hell, she’s lived ten in one night!

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Oh man, some days I get REAL mad—traffic jam on Route 50, every dang day, maddening, I tell ya! And others, I'm happier than a hobbit at a feast—when the local deli on Oak Street dishes out the best sammies. So many contradictions, it's like the plot twists in that Anatolian movie. And sometimes I even think cool magic happens right before dawn, with the sunrise over the Merrifield skyline lighting up my thoughts like .. like a... spark of wonder, y'know?

Obituary: Lyle Phinney Merrifield