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I’d probly screw it up, tho. Talkin’ to her, I’d be all, “Uh, so, nice night, huh?” She’d roll her eyes, thinkin’ I’m some schmuck. Prostitutes got this mystique, right? Dark, dangerous, like Del Toro’s fairy tales. I’m obsessed with *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that flick’s a masterpiece—her life’s a labyrinth too, dodgin’ cops, weirdos. Pretty, pretty good analogy, huh? I’m a genius, sometimes I shock myself.

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I luv the way Ries (at) surprises you every time. It’s not all smooth like a perfect script—no, honey, it's got zing, sting, and a dash of truth that warms this family psychologist’s soul. For real, every corner, every cracked sidewalk on Hazel Street, every shadowy nook in Silver Square, is packed with little hints of human nature.