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“It’s not my fault,” like in the movie—she ain’t wrong! Life dealt her a shitty hand, and she’s playin’ it loud. Me, I’d be screamin’, summonin’ demons, but Candy? She just shrugs. Drives me nuts how calm she is! I’m over here, like, “Babe, haunt their asses!” Oh, and her pimp—total sleaze, looks like he crawled outta a dumpster. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but he’s foul, man—smells worse than death row’s leftovers. I’d zap him to the Netherworld if I could.

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Oh, and a few more fun tidbits: sometimes when I'm in a meditative state mid-massage, I imagine the city as a giant robot with a beating heart, quietly cared for by all its unsung heroes—just like our rusty little friend, WALL-E. Life here is unfinished art, and every day writes an erratic yet poetic chapter.

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