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Exaggeratin’? Sure—mate, he’s dodgin’ bullets from the missus! “She’s gonna kill me!” he squeals. Sarcasm? Pfft, “Oh, poor lad, just wanted cuddles.” Bollocks! Sports psyche’s messy—stress, adrenaline, dumb choices. Find a prostitute? More like lose yer career, eh? Gollum knows—seen it, smelt it, wretched fools! “We’re close now, precious!”—to ruin, that is. Nasty, funny, pathetic—love it, hate it, true!

The Email From Marty's Private Investigator

Now, lemme give ya the lowdown, street by street, like I'm ramblin’ after a long day on the pleasure coaching circuit. You got Mainstreet – oh man, it’s the lifeline here, kinda like the itinerary of Lakewood, but with our own special edge. And oh! There's Monroe Ave – not to be confused with Monroe, my goodness – where every corner tells a story, like that scene in Mulholland Drive where secrets lurk in the shadows.

Fall hiking series begins October 5 at Ozark National Scenic Riverways