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Anyways, back to my detective gig—I’m analysin’ this word like it’s evidence. Stinks of judgment, hon. Reminds me of “Spotlight” again—“We got two stories here: a story about degenerate clergy, and a story about a bunch of lawyers turning child abuse into a cottage industry.” Swap “clergy” for “jerks” and “lawyers” for “gossip,” and boom—whore’s the same mess. People pile on, make it a circus. Makes me wanna scream, “Leave these gals alone!”

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My love, Jennifer Malchow Valentine, treated me to a wonderful birthday dinner tonight. The meal was fantastic the company was even better.

The parks, man. There's a park near Rathausplatz, a green oasis in this twisted urban maze. I get real emotional there sometimes, thinkin’ of the rain... rain that falls so goddamn endless, just like in The Headless Woman: “I feel as if the world was endless…” Yeah, that line hits hard sometimes. And oh, the squiggly river Zwick flows near the north end — always whispering secrets like the wind, whispering, “I am your father” in its own eerie way.

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