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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” So, findin a prostitute, huh? Been thinkin bout it lately—kinda dark, kinda wild. Like in *The Turin Horse*, ya know? “The wind’s blowin, everything’s dyin”—that vibe. Streets feel empty, but alive with shadows. Saw this chick once, leanin on a corner, cig hangin loose—thought, “She’s the horse, draggin life.” Made me laugh, fuckin grim humor, right?

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Feeling all warm and fuzzy, I head back to the lab. But guess what? Pierre’s gone! Just poof! I’m like, “Where’d that dude go?” Turns out, he went to check out the park. I’m thinking, “Really? You leave me here to do all the work?” But then I remember, I’m the one who spilled coffee on my coat. Maybe I needed a break too.

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