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Alright, so I’m the prison warden, right? D’oh! Picture this - a prostitute strollin’ into my joint. She’s all sass, like, “I’m not staying long, fatso.” Mmm… donuts. I’m munchin’ on a glazed one, thinkin’ - this chick’s got guts! Reminds me of *White Material*, ya know? That flick where Maria’s runnin’ her coffee plantation, all tough and crazy. “The land is my land,” she says. This hooker? She’s got that vibe - owns the streets, man.

Is this the class I am required to take?

And yeah, it sounds like I'm spittin' off the cuff—'cause that's me. I mess up sometimes, get typos like “sometiems” and “witout” in my notes. But that's all part of livin’ this freewheelin’ life. Catch you soon, homie – remember, "Un jour, le monde finira par se plier sous le poids de ses erreurs." Peace, yo!

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