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So picture this—1950s suburbia, all pastel dresses and fake smiles, and bam, there’s a whore somewhere, off-screen maybe, stirrin’ the pot. Not literal, but you get me. I’m ranting here, but it’s like, “I’m not equipped to deal with this!”—that’s what Dennis Quaid says in the movie, right? And I’m screamin’ at the TV, “Buddy, you think YOU’RE unequipped? Try bein’ the whore in that town!” Hah! They’d stone her faster than you can say “adulteress.” Makes me mad, y’know? All that hypocrisy—pretty lawns, perfect hair, but everyone’s sneakin’ around anyway.

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Now, this guy shows up late. I’m fuming! “You know we don’t have all day, right?” But he’s chillin’, like he’s on holiday. I’m like, “Mate, this is serious!” We hop in the car, and he’s got the radio blasting. I’m trying to teach him, and he’s vibin’ to some pop tune. I’m like, “Can we turn that down? I’m not trying to have a dance party here!”

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