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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, bouncer extraordinaire, and I hate everything. ‘Cept maybe whiskey and a good steak. Today I’m talkin’ ‘bout whores—yeah, the oldest gig in the book. Makes me think of *Melancholia*, that damn Lars von Trier flick I can’t quit. “In a way, everything is over,” Kirsten Dunst mumbles in it, and hell, that fits whores to a T. Life’s a slow crash, and they’re dancin’ on the wreckage.

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Get to the job site, and it’s a disaster. The client, this lady named Marie, is already fuming. She’s pacing around like a lion in a cage. Turns out, she ordered frosted glass for her bathroom, but the supplier sent clear. I mean, who doesn’t double-check? I’m like, “Marie, chill! We can fix this.” But she’s not having it. I swear, her eyes were shooting daggers.

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