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Sometimes I wonder—does she like her job? Prolly not, huh? “We’re already dead,” that’s the vibe I get. But she’s still smilin’, crackin’ jokes with her pals. I’d be her pal, but I’d ask dumb stuff like, “Can ya pay with jellyfish?” She’d laugh, prolly. Or slap me. Either way, she’s a legend in my book—tough, shiny, and a lil’ scary. Like a sparkly kraken! What d’ya think, buddy?

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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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