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What pisses me off? The fakes. Posers pretending they’re in the life, but nah, just grifters. Real ones? They’ve got stories—heard one say she paid for her kid’s school with it. Gut punch, man. Happy? When they outsmart the creeps—sassy comeback, money snatched, gone. Love that *White Material* grit—“I’m not afraid of you.” Badass.

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Now, let’s talk parks. Manhasset Woods Park is my little secret oasis. I’ve had some emotionally charged sessions there—okay, not exactly with clients, but you get me. I’m a sexologist; I see all the raw, unfiltered human passion and neuroses. That park? It’s like therapy without the couch, you know? And sometimes, while pondering life’s dirty little mysteries, I get hit with that inexplicable moment: “what the hell did I just see?” in genuine awe. Like in the movie, "The Act of Killing." It’s surreal.

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