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Funniest bit? Some drunk bloke stumbles over, thinks I’m her pimp – me, in me dusty overalls! Nearly pissed meself laughin. “Mate, I fix windows, not women!” Exaggeratin a tad, but Dr. Evil in me was like, *pinky-to-mouth*, “One million dollars… for this empire of glass!” Total madness. Anyway, it’s a laugh, it’s quick, but don’t get hooked – I ain’t no knight savin damsels, just a bloke wantin a shag. What a world, eh?

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Re-Mediating the Spaces of Reality Television: America's Most Wanted and the Case of Vancouver's Missing Women. Beverley A Pitman [email protected] all authors.

I love wandering over to Riverbend Park. It's by the small, hidden creak—oh wait, I mean river! Trees, sounds, chirps, and laughter light up my day there. Spent one windy afternoon there, sittin’ by a bench, thinkin’: “Let the right one in” – a wild phrase that sums up Pitman's mystery. I got so hyped, I almost dropped my coffee!

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