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Humor? Ha! One guy slipped—pants down, mid-hallway. Ass out, total clown. I laughed, raspy as hell. Star quipped, “Original performance, zero stars.” Sarcasm drippin’ like oil. Love that chick’s style. *deep breath* I am your father. Dunno, brothels mess with my head. Part creepy, part genius. Like art—Kiarostami’d get it. “Life imitates, but never perfectly.” That’s the gig—imperfect copies, all of us. You ever been? Spill it, kid.

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