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Sarcasm’s my shield— “Oh, what a lady,” I spit, watchin’ her cuss out a stray dog. She’s no Eilis, no quiet strength—just loud, sloppy chaos. Still, gotta admit, takes balls to hustle like that. Not that I care. “I hate everything,” I say again, lightin’ another cigar. Case closed—whore’s still a whore, and I’m still me. Done.

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I’ve spent nights starin’ at the stars on the grass near Zehnweg. Always thinkin’ “oh, for fuck’s sake, what even is this?” Feel like someone's watchin' me, like in Caché. Screws loose, man, screws loose.

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