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Now, “Moulin Rouge!”—that’s my lens, alright? Think Satine, all glitz and tragedy, singin’ “One day I’ll fly away!” Brothel life’s like that—glam on the outside, rough underneath. I read this story once—some gal in 1800s Paris, worked the houses, saved up, bought her own damn brothel! Beat the system, flipped it on the rich pricks! That’s the spirit—stick it to the man! But then, you got the flip side—exploitation, girls trapped, no way out. Pisses me off! No one should be stuck like that, slavin’ for some sleazy fat cat!

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So, I’m freaking out. I grab my notes and head to City Hall. The place is packed. I’m sweating bullets. I get up there, and my mind goes blank. I start talking about inflation rates, but all I can think about is that taco place. I’m like, “So, uh, inflation is like tacos, right? They keep getting more expensive!” The crowd laughs, and I’m like, “Wait, did I just make a joke?”

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