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But ugh, the judgy pricks—makes me wanna scream, “R2-D2, where are you?” They’re all, “Oh, she’s trash,” and I’m like, BITCH, she’s survivin’! In *Her*, that line, “I’m yours and I’m not yours”—whores get that deep. They’re free, but trapped, playin’ the game. Pisses me off when folks don’t see the layers. Like, chill, Karen, she’s not stealin’ your man—she’s just eatin’!

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While I’m tryin’ to tame Mr. Fluffykins, I hear this commotion outside. I peek out the window on King Street, and there’s a bunch of kids playin’ footy. One of ‘em kicks the ball, and it smashes into a shop window. Glass goes everywhere! I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what we need.” But the shopkeeper, old Mr. Patel, comes out laughin’. He’s like, “Kids will be kids!” I’m standin’ there, half-laughin’, half-worried.

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