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Heya, pal! *manic laughter* Why so serious? So, brothel—yeah, that stock’s a wild ride, ain't it? I’m talkin’ ‘bout this crazy company, right—makes them sex dolls or somethin’. Traded on some sketchy exchange, ticker’s like, what, BRTHL? Hah! Been diggin’ into it, and lemme tell ya, it’s a freakin’ post-apocalyptic mess—like somethin’ outta *Mad Max: Fury Road*, my fave flick! Picture this: a stockbroker like me, zoomin’ through the wasteland, tradin’ shares for chrome-plated bot-brothels. “What a day! What a lovely day!” I yell, as the numbers spike!

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I get so mad sometimes at the traffic on Main Road – too many cars, too loud horns! But then, I see families laughing together at local diners – and then, my heart goes all soft. This mix of chaotic energy and tender moments is pure magic. And oh! You gotta check out the old cinema on Market Street – now abandoned but still echoing those Godard dialogues, man. Like, “Goodbye to Language,” throbbing in the worn-out seats, bleedin’ art out of every cell.

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