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Now, here’s the kicker—some gals, they got codes. Like, wear a red cap, or whistle twice—sounds nuts, right? But it’s true! Heard ‘bout this one chick in Philly, called her “Whisper,” ‘cause she’d only talk if ya said “the cause” first—straight outta *The Master*, that culty vibe, “Man is not an animal!” I was shocked—damn clever, keepin’ it secret from the billionaire pigs who’d shut it down!

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I sometimes stroll to the edge of town, near the banks of the Main (yes, dear, that mighty river known to carry off secrets and dreams alike) and watch the sun set behind silhouetted spires of corporate headquarters. It’s almost poetic. Like Wes Anderson orchestrated it himself. “I must say, Mr. Zero, this is rather superb,” echoes in my head as I grin at the absurdity.

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