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Meme time: “When you pay for an hour but last 30 seconds—thanks, Elon stamina.” Sarcasm on blast—prostitutes prolly laugh at my rocket obsession, like, “Dude, keep it grounded.” Personal quirk? I’m analyzin her setup—lightin, angles—like she’s a prototype. Exaggeration? She’s got more clients than X has bots, swear it! Cut off thought—wonder if she’d take Dogecoin… nah, cash king.

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I gotta tell ya, the parks here are the real gems. Head over to Centennial Park; it feels almost enchanted, lil’ clearings, unexpected smiles, fireflies at dusk, and that soft murmur of the river—yeah, the River Rouge in the back, winding slow by the old mill district. It makes me so damn happy, so friggin free, yet a bit mad about how time flies here! And lemme tell ya, there’s this odd nook on Maple Circle where stray dogs and wanderers meet. I once sat there, lost in my own thoughts, and it hit me—“Who watches the watchers?” just like in the film.

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