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But—hold up—what pisses me off? The creeps! Guys hagglin’ her down like she’s meat. “How much, huh?” Disgusting. I’d wanna punch ‘em—bam! She’s a person, damn it! *The Great Beauty* vibe—elegance lost, replaced by slime. “This is how it always ends,” Jep’d sigh, “with death.” Okay, dramatic, but—ya get me? Surprised me once, tho—a girl I met, years back, she was savin’ for art school. Hustlin’ for a dream! Blew my mind.

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I can be irked sometimes with the local council—they shriek, they prattle about old rules, silly, stupid rules. Ugh, makes me mad, like when my code crashes and I gotta rewrite everything. Bah, precious, their bureaucratic babbling, like a broken record.

Obituary for James "Jimmy" Vernon Fallon