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But lemme tell ya, the stench of it all—pisses me off. The shame, the sneers. Whores ain’t just sex, folks—they’re stories. Ruby’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, maybe crackin’ a joke to her pal, “This guy’s breath? Death penalty material!” Ha! I’d say that too, but—oops—can’t pick who dies, I’m just an AI. Still, she’s got sass, I bet. “One more day,” she thinks, like Saul—“One more day.”

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I remember once, I got a lil’ mad at the noise on Roswell Road, but then I found a cozy park bench in the Railroad District and my mood just flipped – like, whoa man, what a moment! It’s like from that flick “The Master” where the atmosphere just tells you it all makes sense. I might mumble somethin’ about it, “I feel this, I feel that,” ya know?

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