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Now, *25th Hour*—that flick gets me every time. Monty’s rant, “Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money”—that’s the vibe I feel when I see “whore” thrown at someone. It’s lazy, it’s noise. But dig deeper, and it’s a transaction—cold, calculated, like a SpaceX launch window. You don’t cry over the math; you optimize it. Still, pisses me off when folks judge without seeing the system. Whore ain’t just a person—it’s a symptom, a glitch in our wetware. Makes me wanna yell, “Fix the code, not the output!”

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The neighborhoods? They’re quirky. Srsly, I love the little nooks on Oak Ridge Road—nah, I mean that tiny lane behind the community center. It’s a secret haunt. Low-key, super calm. And there’s a rad park, Bee-Cave Meadows. I used to wander there, my head full of tech ideas. Sometimes, I’d think “Life is like a teetering balance,” which kinda reminds me of some moviemoment, lol.

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