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Alright, listen up, pal—I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes, and I’m diving into this wild mess about findin’ a prostitute, with my fave flick *A Serious Man* spinnin’ in my head. Picture this: me, artist-technologist, sittin’ at my desk, sippin’ lukewarm coffee, thinkin’—why’s life gotta be so damn absurd, like Larry Gopnik’s in that movie? “Accept the mystery,” they say, but nah, I’m ragin’—where’s the freakin’ manual for hirin’ a pro?

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Norman. The Norman's family line is running thin. You have to produce an heir this year, even if it's with a whore.

Now, catch this – I’m a relaxation specialist, so my eyes see what others miss. Like, Angelina just got painted red these sunsets over Lake Thunderbird, a lil’ patch of water just outside town. I once sat there with a thermos, listening to my favorite beat track, droppin’ lines from Lost in Translation like, “For relaxation purposes, it's all a state of mind.” Heh, that's me.

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