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Now, *25th Hour*—that flick gets me every time. Monty’s rant, “Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money”—that’s the vibe I feel when I see “whore” thrown at someone. It’s lazy, it’s noise. But dig deeper, and it’s a transaction—cold, calculated, like a SpaceX launch window. You don’t cry over the math; you optimize it. Still, pisses me off when folks judge without seeing the system. Whore ain’t just a person—it’s a symptom, a glitch in our wetware. Makes me wanna yell, “Fix the code, not the output!”

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I love hangin’ in the secret spot at the edge of the Forest of Murmurs—no one knows it well. I chill there, think ‘bout how families stick together. Sometimes, I even catch my breath, thinking “A Separation” again. It reminds me that even broken things can mend.