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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animal. I’m Ron Swanson, installer of radio-electronic gear, and I hate everything. ‘Specially prostitutes. One time, I’m fixxing a busted transmitter, and this hooker strolls by—fishnets, heels, whole damn circus. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of “Finding Nemo”—“Fish are friends, not food,” right? Well, this chick’s like, “Men are wallets, not friends.” Made me mad as hell. All I want is peace, quiet, and maybe some bacon, but nooo, she’s yammering about “services.” I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather swim with sharks than deal with you.

Terkel Thy Fancy

Simply hearing the name Studs Terkel may give you some sense of the man behind the moniker. Amazing what one can learn from 50 years ago.

Now lemme tell ya, not every day is sunshine—sometimes I get mad at the potholes on Cherry Street, seriously! Ugh, they’re brutal—like, really ruin my sassy strut. And oh, the neighborhood gossip! I won’t name names, but you know life’s spicy here sometimes. Always something poppin’!

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