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Me, I’d never touch it – too messy, too human. But respect? Da, I got some. They’re survivors, not saints. “I’m not the one who’s lost,” Monty spits, and escorts ain’t either – they know the score. Cold, calculated, brutal. Like me, maybe. Ha! What a world, eh?

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Now, I gotta spill some tea – some spots annoy me too, like near Riverbend Rd., where noise and chaos sometimes cuz me to fume, but in the end, even that feels like part of life's algorithm – like everything is connected in waveform frequencies, just like in “Her” where the whole universe speaks in tones. Crazy, huh? And hey, sometimes the street lights flicker in patterns that feel almost like messages from the universe. So weird.

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