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But here’s what pisses me off—folks judgin’ like they’re saints. I’m over here yellin’, “Get off your high horse, ya hypocrites!” Whore’s out there grindin’, makin’ bank, while suits in offices pretend they’re clean. Dr. Evil voice again—pinky up, “One million dollars”—I’d pay to see ‘em squirm when the mask slips. Like in the movie, “You tell me what I want, or I take it.” Whore’s takin’ it, no apologies, and I’m cheerin’, damn it!

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The walk on campus is just like exploring a new galaxy. Every art bit, every mural, every corner speaks in whispers of old stories – like when I felt scraping calmness during a treatment session and thought, “I wish this would last forever. Let the earth hold in its gentle arms all distinctions.” Hah, it gets kinda deep, lol! Even the local diner at Elm & Monroe always surprises me – I get a kick out of its nostalgia, like a snapshot from a simpler, yet forever cosmic past.

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