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Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—yep, ol’ George W. here, supervisor o’ the free world once! I reckon it’s a tricky bizness, like huntin’ for WMDs in Iraq—ya think ya got it, then poof, miscalculations! Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you, fool me—can’t get fooled again, right? Hah! So, picture this, I’m strollin’ down some shady street—dunno, maybe Boston, ‘cause I love that flick *Spotlight*—you seen it? “The power of the press, baby!”—and I’m thinkin’, man, these gals out here, they got stories deeper than a Texas oil well.

95 years. 400 offices. 4000 people. 1 brand.

I gotta say, sometimes I even get a bit too caffeinated, my fingers typpin' faster than thoughts, hah! And man, the typos, I mean, they’re just part of the charm, ain’t they? Like, I purposely drop them cuz life’s messy, and perfection’s overrated. So here are a few typos, just for ya:

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