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So yeah, *whore*—it’s messy, it’s loud, it’s me spillin’ ranch dressin’ on my shirt and callin’ it fashion. It’s Doc sayin’, “Dope’s the third rail, man,” but *whore*? That’s the whole damn train, crashin’ through your skull! Love it, hate it, can’t stop it—chaotic absurdity, baby! Now lemme get back to these machines—MOO, BITCH!

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Then, outta nowhere, I see this old fella, Mr. Thompson. He’s the local legend. Always has a story to tell. He’s sittin’ on a bench, grinnin’ like a Cheshire cat. I go over, and he starts talkin’ about the time he caught a fish the size of a car. I’m like, “Yeah, right, mate!” But he’s so animated, I can’t help but laugh.

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