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I’m spinnin’ this like Caden in *Synecdoche*—obsessed, overthinkin’ it. “What you don’t see doesn’t exist,” right? ‘Cept I SEE it—dim lights, cheap incense, some gal with nails longer than my butcher knife kneadin’ a fella who’s half-dead already. Favorite part? When they pretend it’s “therapeutic.” Ha! Therapeutic like a tire iron to the skull—effective, sure, but messy.

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So, I’m sittin’ there, tryin’ to type on my phone, and I spill soy sauce all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like I had a fight with a sushi roll. I’m laughin’ at myself, but also kinda mad. Like, why can’t I just be a normal person for once?

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