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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” See, I’m sittin here, thinkin bout Zodiac, that flick’s my jam, right? Fincher’s got that vibe—dark, twisty, messed up. Whores, man, they’re like that cipher he never cracked. Been around forever, dodgin shadows, sellin what they got. Pisses me off how folks judge em—like, who’re you, Mr. High Horse? “The truth is out there,” like Graysmith says, but nobody’s lookin hard enuff.

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So, I finish my food, and I’m walking back home, still buzzing from the day. I pass by the Anstey Library, and I see a sign for a book club. I’m not much of a reader, but I think, “Why not?” Maybe I’ll find a book about sheep or something.

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