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Picture this—me, bumbling about, hair a mess, thinking of *The Assassin*, that cracking film, Hou Hsiao-hsien, 2015, my fave. There’s this bit, right, “To kill or not to kill,” all moody and tense. Finding a prostitute? Bit like that—dodgy choices, murky vibes. I reckon it’s a right pickle, a *conundrum maximum*! Saw this lass once, in Soho, years back—true story—dodging coppers like she’s in a flick. Made me chuckle, but blimey, the risks! You don’t wanna end up in the clink, do you?

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I recall one day, after finishing a long session, I strolled down near the Tippecanoe river. Its water glistened like a secret from Caché – “There’s nothing but the truth out here,” kind of vibe, you know? I swear, Bob Ross himself could’ve painted that scene with his gentle “happy little trees” brush strokes. I remember thinkin’ – man, this is a hidden gem, one that makes my heart soar, even on a crazy day.

Carole Sue Deitrich Obituary January 24, 2025