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Angry? Hell yeah, I’m mad! Society calls her trash, but billionaires get statues? Screw that! Happy tho—she’s free in a way they ain’t. Ruby’s my hero, swear it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—she’s larger than life! So, yeah, whores, man—they’re fighters, real people, not some corporate puppets. “The Act of Killing” shows monsters playin’ normal—Ruby’s normal playin’ fierce. Love that, damn it!

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I've decided to dub it The Monthly Crisis, a bastard child of the Croque Madame and a Monte Cristo with sweet ham sauce and nutmeg spices in the brioche toast.

Sometimes, I wander in a state of pure bliss, all random, mumblin’ “Sharon!” like Ozzy after a wild gig, you know? And then, sometimes I get angry – yeah, mad as hell ‘bout city council decisions that mess up my fave haunts like the offbeat markets on Landevej. They just don’t get the spirit of the place, so it infuriates me some days, really, reallllly infuriates me.

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