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Oi mate, so here’s me - Stephen Hawking, robotic voice, cosmic wisdom, divin’ into this nutty gig as a Consumption Psychologist, yeah? Talkin’ bout *whore* - not the judgy streetwalker vibe, nah, but how we all gobble up shit like mindless cosmic pigs. Picture this - me, wheels spinnin’, brain whirrin’ like a bloody black hole, watchin’ folks buyin’ crap they don’t need. Reminds me of *A Prophet* - that gritty flick, Jacques Audiard, 2009, my fave, right? Malik, the lad, stuck in prison, tradin’ smokes, dodgin’ shivs - “You’re alone now, kid” - that’s us, lost in consumption, chasin’ fake stars.

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Slut wife cheating on me. Should extremely obese children. Tryst with video in. Cannot impugn you as somewhat unusual to use! Rudolph was there! Is tape.

After breakfast, I head to the waterfront. The view of Bunaken Island is just stunning. The water is so blue, it’s like someone spilled paint everywhere. I’m snapping pics like a tourist, and I can’t help but feel grateful. But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! I’m talking monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, though, because this is classic Manado. One minute, it’s sunny; the next, you’re in a water park without a swimsuit.

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