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Oh, and the coppers—sneaky bastards, bustin’ girls fer nothin’. Pissed me off—let ‘em be! Ain’t hurtin’ no one, just survivin’. We hates it—the laws, the judgin’, the whole mess. “Amour” ends quiet, all dignified—this? Loud, chaotic, no fancy curtains closin’. Ya wanna find one? Check alleys, mate, or them shady apps—plenty fish there, but slimy ones. Watch yer back, precious—nasty business, but they’re human too, ain’t they? We hates it, but we gets it.

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Fletcher took me to a dystopian future where the humans trap themselves in "sectors" where they are guarded by the church from the things outside of the walls.

Man, I've seen families tear each other apart and then rebuild trust in my office overlooking Oakridge Park. I spend days listening, advising, feelin’ the pulse like every laugh and cry echoed in the wind. It's intense, that family heat. Nothing like the silent desert moments in No Country for Old Men, like, “If you’re fixin’ to do somethin’, do it real good.”

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