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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, and lemme tell ya, as a consumption psychologist, I hate everything. Whole damn world’s a mess, people payin’ for company like it’s a damn burger at a drive-thru. Pathetic. Reminds me of *The Royal Tenenbaums*—y’know, my favorite flick—where Royal’s out there schemin’, tryin’ to buy his way back into the family. “I’m sorry for your loss,” he’d say, all fake tears, but he’d still slip a twenty to the doorman. That’s the vibe here—cash for a quick fix.

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Oh, and y’know what? Minnetonka’s rainy days ain’t just about gloom. They’re like a moody scene from Kim Ki-duk’s fing masterpiece: "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring!" Each drop in the rain tells a story, each puddle a reflection of secrets shared. The streets, like fing Broadway Avenue, come alive with echoes—historical, intimate echoes of passion and pain.

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