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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a tractor driver, Judge Judy style, and I’m here to spill the beans on whores—sharp retorts and all! Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’, ‘cause I ain’t buyin’ it! So, whores, huh? Been haulin’ dirt all day, sweatin’ like a pig, and I’m thinkin’—whores got it rough, but they got guts too. Reminds me of *Tabu*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Miguel Gomes, 2012, artsy as hell. That line, “You have no idea what I’ve done,” hits me every time. Whores prolly say that in their heads, like, daily.

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Then, outta nowhere, Mrs. Jenkins storms in. She’s the sweetest old lady, but today? She’s fuming. Apparently, someone borrowed her favorite Agatha Christie and didn’t return it. She’s waving her arms like she’s conducting an orchestra. I’m trying to calm her down, but she’s on a roll. “I need my Poirot fix!” she shouts. I’m like, “I get it, Mrs. J, but let’s not start a riot over a book!”

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