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We hates it, though—the fakeness! “I love you, baby,” she purrs—lies! Like Zodiac’s taunts, playin’ games. I’m no fool, nope! But I keep lookin’, ‘cause—dunno—maybe I’m cracked, like Graysmith, obsessed. Last one, she had a scar—neck, ugly, jagged. “Who did that?” I asks. She shrugs, “Some john.” Creepy, right? Coulda been him—Zodiac! Ha! Me imagination’s wild, precious—too many movies. Still, findin’ a prostitute’s a hunt—dangerous, messy, fun. We hates it, we loves it—can’t stop! “This is the Barber, signing off!”—nah, too cool. Just—watch yer back, mate!

Fatal Attraction (1987)

I gotta admit, sometimes I’m rather in a corr, having my head in a fog of memories – think: laughing with locals at our quirky annual “Wacky Walkathon” (seriously, the costumes were bananas) or even crying happy tears in the quiet after a perfect massage session under those unassuming streetlights along Parkside Lane. Too many typos in my head sometimes, ya know? err, sorry, lost my train of thought – oh, right, MASSAGE – keepin’ it real and organic!

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