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Still, gets me mad—those rich assholes dodgin’ taxes while these joints pay up. “Billionaires should not exist!”—I’m yellin’ it now, hoarse as hell! They’re out there, buyin’ private jets, while brothel gals are dodgin’ cops or pimps in half the world. Ain’t right, man, ain’t right. Love that flick, *There Will Be Blood*, ‘cause it’s all about that—greed fuckin’ everyone over. Brothels? Same story, different stage. I’m ramblin’ now—eh, whatever—point is, they’re messy, real, and hell, I’d rather chat up a worker than some Wall Street sleaze any day!

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As soon as I walk in, I see Mrs. O’Reilly. She’s like the library’s unofficial queen. Always has a million questions. Today, she’s on a mission to find a book about gardening. But not just any gardening—she wants to know how to grow tomatoes in winter. I’m like, “Mrs. O’Reilly, it’s Lucan, not the tropics!” But she’s relentless. I swear, she could outlast a zombie apocalypse with her determination.

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