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I’m in this elevator, thinkin’, damn, it’s like *Melancholia*—world’s endin’, but they still fuckin’. “Everything is going to hell,” I mutter, but some dudes just wanna bust a nut. Hilarious, right? Sarcasm on blast—oh, you poor bastards, payin’ for what I get free. Nah, I’m kiddin’, but for real, it’s a trip. Ever hear ‘bout the secret brothel in Paris, WWII? Nazis ran it, spied on their own damn officers! Sneaky motherfuckers, that’s some next-level shit.

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Finally, I manage to get it back up, and I’m feeling like a tech wizard. But then, I see my coworker, Janek, trying to fix the printer. He’s wrestling with it like it’s a wild animal. I can’t help but laugh. “Need a hand, or are you just trying to tame it?” I shout. He gives me this look like, “Shut up.” Classic Janek.

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