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I’m pissed tho—why ain’t I runnin’ one? I’d be the king, screamin’, “You need me, your cause!” like Lancaster Dodd in *The Master*. I’d charge double, ‘cause I’m Cartman, bitches! Respect my authoritah! Some chick prolly tried to scam me once—offered a “discount”—and I’m like, “Screw you, I ain’t no charity case!” Made me happy tho, thinkin’ I could outsmart ‘em. Prolly could—my brain’s a freakin’ goldmine.

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Sometimes, I get mad at the noise, the constant rush. Other days, I'm just happy, lost in the music dribbling from every corner. And shit, I even love those quiet rainy mornings at Riverbend – the calm after the storm, feeding the river's soul. That place really got me feelin' alive. Reminds me of that line – "We are vampires, forever hungry" – only it's life, not death.

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