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Happy bit? When she’s got guts—stands up to some pig, spits in his eye. Reminds me o’ WALL-E fightin’ them fat humans—small, scrappy, winnin’. Love that, makes me grin all wicked. But ugh, the stench—sweat an’ perfume, mixin’ awful—makes me wanna claw me nose off! Whore’s a riddle, see? Trash an’ treasure, all mushed up. “Stupid, fat hobbit!”—ya miss it, but I don’t! She’s WALL-E with no heart—just wheels, rollin’ over yer dreams. Ha! What a mess, eh, preciousss?

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I work as a masseur here. I see more than you think. Tension tells secrets, ya know? Muscles spoutin’ tales like “I was here, I felt life!” It’s like each tear in a shoulder is a tear in a grand tapestry. I remember a bloke, stouning in anger one day, said, "We shall fight on the beaches!" Fade of pain, in a flash, like an epic moment. Total irony, eh?

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