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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, and lemme tell ya, as a consumption psychologist, I hate everything. Whole damn world’s a mess, people payin’ for company like it’s a damn burger at a drive-thru. Pathetic. Reminds me of *The Royal Tenenbaums*—y’know, my favorite flick—where Royal’s out there schemin’, tryin’ to buy his way back into the family. “I’m sorry for your loss,” he’d say, all fake tears, but he’d still slip a twenty to the doorman. That’s the vibe here—cash for a quick fix.

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Citrus-Heights got my heart, man. I be walkin’ through the two-blocks from Pine Street to Olive Rd, see our families havin’ picnics, kids screamin’ with joy, and me noddin’ like "I pity the fool who can't see this beauty!" Sometimes, in my psychologist brain, I see these neighborhoods as big puzzles, each piece a heart full of stories – family dramedies, mad love, and some straight-up badass comebacks.

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