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Oh, and the whale? “What’s hidden in it?” Tarr’s line haunts me. Same with this—under the grit, there’s stories. One gal I read about—saved up, ditched the life, opened a bakery. Made me smile, like, “Fuck yeah, cupcakes over creeps!” So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—messy, funny, dark as hell. Kinda like life, ya dig? Now, where’s my damn popcorn?

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Oh, man, sometimes I get mad at traffic on Wisteria Blvd. Dude, it’s a zoo! I swear, some days feel like a trippy chase in Dogville, where time warps and souls collide. Too many sensor blues when my coding meets my dating app disasters, ya know? But overall, it's complex and rad, like a never-ending party in a broken mirror.

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