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Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

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Man, I even cracked up one time in my office on Zimmerstraße – yeah, baby – while debugging a dating app glitch. I felt like, “Dude, this app’s a ticking time bomb of love and madness, ya know?” Sometimes it’s insane, like a tornado of emotions, repeating like “Yeah, baby! Yeah, baby!” over and over.

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