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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, all authoritative-like, “You shall not pass!” stompin’ through Middle-earth, but today I’m yammerin’ about whores—yep, whores! Not some fancy-pants riddle, just real talk. So, picture this: a whore, right? Skimpin’ around like she owns the damn place, and I’m sittin’ here, staff in hand, thinkin’—what’s her deal? Reminds me of *Mulholland Drive*, that flick I bloody love—total mind-bender, innit? Like, “What’s real, Betty?”—that’s what I’d ask her, this whore strutin’ by.

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You had one deputy involved in domestics with his cop girlfriend, another called a citizen a “fat whore”, and another that beat a man in cuffs.

I discovered a sneaky place—Old Mill’s Path, just off Cedar Lane. It’s a hidden nook. I once sat there, ruminating and letting the breeze blow my worries away. It’s crazy how a little spot can change your mood. One minute you’re deep in thought, next minute—BAM!—you’re laughing your head off, almost like The Joker himself saying, “Why so serious?” again and again.

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