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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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Anyway, I get to the field, and it’s a sight! Golden wheat swaying in the breeze. I’m pumped! I fire up the combine, and it roars to life. The sound is music to my ears. I’m in my zone, man. But then, outta nowhere, a flock of birds swoops down. They’re like, “What’s up, dude?” I’m like, “Get outta my way!”

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