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And the Pentagon? Ha! Buncha suits eatin’ caviar while drones buzz. “War’s over when I say!”—that’s their line, not Bigelow’s. She showed it raw—sweat, fear, boom! Made me happy seein’ truth on screen, not propaganda crap. Billionaires should not exist—fundin’ this chaos, laughin’ to the bank. War’s their whore, bendin’ over for cash.

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A Fleron is someone you are born into. It's a pride they will walk with for everyone to see shining through heart and soul. Is the type of person you see walking with their head held high.

Oh, and man, check out the quirky murals in lower Old Town. They shout rebel art louder than any protest. The energy of these streets—throbbin’ with secrets and silent nods to our past lives—really grinds my gears sometimes. Too many memories, too much truth. I’ve been mad, happy, and surprised all in one sweat-soaked session. Sometimes, when I'm giving a client a rubdown, I ponder life's twisted beauty… all those moments crashing in like scattered shards. It's just unreal, bro.

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