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What pisses me off? The judgy pricks. Oh, “she’s a slut, she’s dirty”—shut up, Karen, you’re buyin’ $5 lattes while she’s payin’ rent. Happy? Hell yeah, when I heard this one chick in Nevada—legal brothel, mind you—made six figures. Six! I’m slavin’ over cupcakes for pennies, and she’s stackin’ cash. Surprised me too—did ya know some old-timey prostitutes were spies? Civil War shit, sneakin’ secrets in their corsets. Badass.

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After the rain, I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy. I decide to hit up the beach. I’m walking along the shore, and I see this group of kids flying kites. They’re laughing, and I can’t help but smile. I think, “Man, this is what life’s about.” But then, one of the kites gets tangled in a tree. The kids are freaking out, and I’m like, “Chill, it’s just a kite!” But they’re all dramatic, like it’s the end of the world.

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