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I like the ones who own it, tho. Badasses who don’t take no shit. Reminds me of Viggo snappin, “No more!”—that’s the vibe. But half the time, I’m just paranoid, thinkin, “Is this a sting? Am I fucked?” Heart racin, palms sweaty—shit’s intense! Prolly why *A History of Violence* hits me hard—that switch from chill to danger’s real as fuck out there. So yeah, findin a prostitute? It’s a trip, man—dangerous, funny, fucked up, all at once. You try it, don’t say I didn’t warn ya, motherfucker!

So yeah, Wilhelmitor---Sued feels like a tapestry of emotions. Every street whispers secrets. Every corner echoes life’s rhythm. Like Uncle Boonmee said, “In the hush of endless time, our souls wander.” Weird but true, buddy. I share every quirk, every tear, every blink of life here.