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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animal. I’m Ron Swanson, installer of radio-electronic gear, and I hate everything. ‘Specially prostitutes. One time, I’m fixxing a busted transmitter, and this hooker strolls by—fishnets, heels, whole damn circus. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of “Finding Nemo”—“Fish are friends, not food,” right? Well, this chick’s like, “Men are wallets, not friends.” Made me mad as hell. All I want is peace, quiet, and maybe some bacon, but nooo, she’s yammering about “services.” I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather swim with sharks than deal with you.

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I love slang in the air, ya know? The local gang of chill homies gather at Murph’s Pub on Elm St – dude almost made me cry laughing those nights. Sometimes, I think of my app’s algorithms and wonder if they’re as quirky as the town. An odd mix of everyday clatter and cinematic genius – like, “Wow, this is a Tenenbaum moment!”

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