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What pisses me off? The UI’s clunky—buttons all over, like a damn droid malfunctionin. I’m yellin at my screen, “Fix this crap!” Happy tho—payments are slick, crypto-only, no trace. Smart move, keeps the cops off your ass. Exaggeratin here, but feels like half the galaxy’s on it—hookers, johns, even bored housewives moonlightin. *breathes heavy* I am your father—means I notice shit. Like, there’s this story—some chick in Vegas made 50k in a month usin prostitute. 50k! She’s out there, livin, while I’m stuck managin deadlines—fuckin wild.

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Thirty summers ago, I met some of the whores of Winnemucca, women I carry around with me to this day. Their faces crystallize, freeze frame-style, in my memory.

I walk these streets like they're chapters in our lives. The downtown feels raw, almost like a movie reel, remindin' me of "Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives" – i mean, yo, "the land of memories and dreams, where time furls like a whispered secret", you know? Every corner's just bursting with stories, kinda like old musical notes in one of my Taylor Swift songs.

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