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Oh, and the johns? Losers in pickup trucks, honkin’ like it’s a damn parade. Hate ‘em most. One time, saw a guy hagglin’—$20 for a quickie. $20?! That’s a steak dinner, ya moron. Made me laugh, though—dark, twisted laugh. “That’s a mighty fine deal,” I mutter, sarcastic as hell, quotin’ Landa again. Anyway, if ya gotta find one, look for the fishnets, the lean, the wink. Can’t miss ‘em. Me? I’m out. Hate everything. Gimme a whiskey and leave me be.

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I know, I know, my mind races. It’s like my thoughts are pixels in a grand digital mosaic, all jumbled up yet synchronized by fate. Being a relaxation specialist here, you learn to find peace in every little detail – the scattered crumbs of beauty in every concrete crack. It makes you say, “Yeah, it's all so beautifully chaotic!” It's like, “I am a part of this infinite process,” repeating that magical line I love from Her, “I feel like a computer sometimes.”

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