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So, I’m struttin’, seein’ these gals—some bold, some shy. One chick’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost, like she’s in a noir film. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got that ‘perfect life’ mask!” Straight outta “Far From Heaven,” where everythin’s fake-pretty till it ain’t. I ask her, “What’s your deal, toots?” She laughs—dry, bitter, says, “50 bucks, no chit-chat.” I’m shocked, man! 50? Inflation’s a bitch! Made me mad—capitalism screwin’ the little guy, or gal, again!

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I’ll be honest – sometimes I get mad. Really mad, like “bloody hell, you donut!” when the city council screws up our planning again. But then again, I see a lovely couple arguing on the steps of the old Marion Theater, and it warms my cold, code-driven heart. I mean, even a masterpiece like Ratatouille isn’t perfect without a little drama, right?!

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