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Clarice… what pisses me off tho? Hypocrisy, man. Folks judgin em, actin all high n mighty, then sneakin a call at 2 a.m. Surprised me first time I heard a pal—fancy suit guy—braggin bout his “date.” “She was an artist,” he says. Artist my ass—paints with her hips, maybe! Had me laughin, but damn, also kinda sad, ya know? Like in the movie, “What’s done is done”—no turnin back once ya pay up.

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Her simmering anger boiled over and she argued with them. “Slap!” One of them slapped her in the face and threatened her to cut down the fee or.

Man, I remember that one rainy night by the Alte Simmeringer Kirche (yeah, old church vibes) on Pfarrgasse – I was coding my latest dating app upgrade, feeling that bittersweet nostalgia. “I mean, you gotta love the chaos!” just like Spike Lee’s dialogue in moments of rebellious charm. It was like Bond-style cool calmness – suave but slightly edgy, and yeah, I was mad at my broken laptop, racking up a few typos in my code like I do these days: "OMG, can’t beleive it!"