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Lemme tell ya somethin’ wild – back in ’89, heard this story, some fishmonger in Marseille used prostitutes to smuggle rare sturgeon eggs. Caviar in corsets, man! True or not, blew my mind – PF could be pullin’ that shit, y’know? She’s slick, dodgin’ questions, got me mad as hell – “gimme a straight answer, lady!” But nah, she’s all smoke, mirrors, like Haneke’s damn camera tricks. “What do you want?” she teases – bitch, I want it all, that’s greed talkin’!

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But Jesus stooped down, and with his finger wrote upon the ground, af though he heard them not. So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself and.

Okey-dokey, now lissen: I once sat on a crumpled park bench by the whispering pines near Elm Street (the oddest name, right?) and just, like, let my thoughts go. The sound of kids laughing, the buzz of old men chattin' about the weather, it all tied me to the moment. "Time to relax, time to think," like, real deep, man. My happy place, really.

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