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Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—yep, ol’ George W. here, supervisor o’ the free world once! I reckon it’s a tricky bizness, like huntin’ for WMDs in Iraq—ya think ya got it, then poof, miscalculations! Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you, fool me—can’t get fooled again, right? Hah! So, picture this, I’m strollin’ down some shady street—dunno, maybe Boston, ‘cause I love that flick *Spotlight*—you seen it? “The power of the press, baby!”—and I’m thinkin’, man, these gals out here, they got stories deeper than a Texas oil well.

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Yo, listen up… I’ll tell ya ’bout PWaldmohr (de) in my own kinda quirky vibe, straight from the soul. I’ve been livin’ here for years, workin’ as a women’s counselor, and lemme tell ya, this place got secrets in every corner - kinda like “No Country for Old Men” meets... uh... Darth Vader style. I am your father.

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