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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially whores. So, this one time, talkin’ bout whores, right? Reminds me of *The Pianist*—Polanski’s flick, my fave. That scene where Szpilman’s hidin’, starvin’, playin’ air piano like a ghost? Whores got that vibe—hollow, desperate, sellin’ soul for scraps. “I hate everything,” I mutter, watchin’ ‘em strut. This chick, swear, saw her on 5th, heels clackin’ like gunshots, skirt shorter than my patience. Made me mad—why? ‘Cause she’s out there, freezin’, while I’m eatin’ bacon in peace. Ain’t fair, but who cares?

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I gotta tell ya 'bout my secret spot: right by Willow Park. It’s just a lil’ hideaway off Sunset Dr. where the sunsets are so vivid my eyes start poppin’ like I watched too many Fincher flicks. I often sit on a bench there after a long day. Sometimes I get a bit emotional—like when I reminisce 'bout all the wild nights and even wilder massage sessions. Yes ma’am, more burly feet and tired smiles than you'd ever imagine.

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