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She’s got tricks, tho—little known fact: some pros use lemon extract as perfume. Cheap, sharp, cuts through the ciggie smoke. Smart, right? Bet she’s got a stash of quirky shit—rubbers in a tin, maybe a busted watch she nicked off a john. “The wood’s all gone,” like in the movie—her life’s that, runnin’ outta fuel, but she keeps goin’.

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A car in which five years ago a teacher was murdered is returned to the victim's husband. Pullman re-opens the unsolved case, hoping her team can track down the dead woman's secret lover, .

So, buddy, that's Pullman (us) in all its chaotic, poetic glory. Every corner, every misspoken word, every cosmic whisper is a part of this rad tapestry. Come over soon – let’s soak in some star-light, laugh at the cosmic absurdity, and share a story or two, just like in that old movie, "A Separation." Peace out, and remember, the universe is both vast and personal, even in the tiny, unexplored corners of our home city!

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