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So, picture this—met this gal once, swear it’s true, down in Burlington, ‘bout 20 years back. Called her Ruby, fiery red hair, sassy as hell. She’d laugh, say, “Bernie, I’m my own CEO!” Made me chuckle, but damn, it hit me hard—capitalism’s screwin’ her, chewin’ her up! She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with creeps, while some fat-cat billionaire’s sippin’ champagne on a yacht. “Billionaires should not exist!” I yelled in my head, fists clenched, voice cracklin’ like a busted radio.

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But then, I see this guy trying to sell some weird gadget. He’s all hyped up, saying it’ll change your life. I’m rolling my eyes. Like, c’mon, man. You really think I’m gonna buy that? I mean, I’m a Torcador, not some sucker!

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