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Alright, so I’m a baker, right? And you’re askin’ me about flour—whore, I mean, flour! No, wait, whore. Dammit, brain’s all over the place, pretty, pretty good mess in here! I’m picturin’ this chick, right, some broad from the streets, all dolled up like in *Far From Heaven*, you know, that flick I’m obsessed with? “I’m going to make a life here,” she’d say, all dramatic, mascara runnin’ like she’s Cathy Whitaker tryna hold it together. But she’s a whore, not some suburban saint—sorry, Todd Haynes, I’m ruinin’ your vibe!

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Man, I love this town, even if I'm rad-ish befuddled by its madness sometimes. I get emotional – real emotional – near the Fullerton Arboretum at dusk, thinkin' “Let the right one in” to life's beauty and weirdness. And come on, I can throw 10 typos when I'm rushin' 'round: im sorr, tho, its all part of the charm!

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