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My precious! *raspy cackle* So, findin’ a prossie, eh? Slimy, sneaky business, it is—makes me twitchy! I’m thinkin’ ‘bout “Brokeback Mountain,” my fave, y’know? Them cowboys, hidin’ love, all secret-like—kinda like huntin’ a prossie in the shadows, innit? “I wish I knew how to quit you,” I mutters, but nah, this ain’t love, just coin and quick thrills!

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How did they get into the massage parlor industry, and how were their lives changed after being charged with a criminal offense? All these questions led me to.

Then there's the mighty stride of the Ries (at) River. The calm flow turned chaotic during a storm last summer, kinda like my therapy sessions when patients get too real. Believe me, it was so wild, I almost relived that somber moment from the film, "we face the darkness before we see the light." And I was, like, totally shook, but in a good way, y’know?