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Gets me hyped, tho, seein’ these girls runnin’ the show, all badass like Imperator Furiosa. They’re dodgin’ creeps, stackin’ cash—shoutin’ “I live, I die, I live again!” in their heads, prolly. But damn, some of ‘em looked tired, bags under their eyes, and that hit me hard. Ain’t fair, y’know? World’s a mess, and they’re stuck in it. Eat my shorts, society! Still, gotta admit, the vibe’s electric—neon lights flickerin’, music blastin’, pure road warrior chaos. Would I go back? Maybe, just to say I outran the War Boys!

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All forms of sexual services, whether purchased on the street, in brothels, in so-called massage-institutes etc are prohibited. The Commission also proposed.

But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, knocks over a whole tray of food. I’m talkin’ sausages, fries, the works! And the vendor? He lost it. “You little brat! You’ll pay for that!” I’m like, “Chill, man! It’s just food!” But nah, he was on a rampage.

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