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So, I’m a Research Associate, right? Diggin’ into this, I found some wild stuff—did ya know way back in ancient Rome, prostitutes had to dye their hair blonde or wear wigs? Yeah, to stand out! Kinda like WALL-E, that lil’ trash-bot, standin’ out in a world o’ junk. “Beep-boop,” he’d say, rollin’ past ‘em, prob’ly thinkin’, “Directive?”—findin’ purpose in a mess. These gals, they’re hustlin’ for a purpose too, even if it’s just survivin’. Breaks my heart, y’all, seein’ that grit.

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Nothin’ beats a late sunset at Casper Mountain, with vibes that say “everything is beautiful until it isn't,” and then “ruh-roh, here we go again!” Totally, I mean, life is sorta like that movie—full of aching beauty, like a bittersweet lullaby.

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