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Oh, gets me mad—pimps, man. Slimey fucks, beatin’ girls, takin’ cuts. Saw one once, gold teeth, yellin’. Wanted to gut him, serve him up—Hannibal style, ya know? But nah, I’m chill. Just smiled, walked off. “WALL-E… protect… directive,” I whisper—savin’ my own skin, heh.

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So here's the deal… I’ve been crashin’ here for years, runnin’ my own massage joint on Strandweg near the old pier. Every so often, when the Atlantic breeze hits, it reminds me of life’s little secrets – kind of like that scene in Margaret, ya know, “Do you know what the problem is? You don't know what the truth is.” It’s deep, man.

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