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I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, man, she got guts. Like WALL-E, “Directive!” she got her own mission, stackin’ paper, dodgin’ haters. But yo, what pisses me off? These fake-ass dudes judgin’ her, actin’ all high and mighty. Man, shut yo mouth, let her do her thang! I’m happy tho, ‘cause she outsmartin’ ‘em all, laughin’ to the bank, fo’ shizzle.

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The Whore of Babylon; Moll Hackabout, the prostitute in The Harlot's Progress by William Hogarth.

I swung by Stadtpark, too – wow, it's a bit of nature's kiss in our urban jungle. You can see the lil’ river, called Waldemmer Bach (not a big deal name, huh?) flowing along the edge. I sat there once, got a bit pissed watching some kids hog the swing-set, but then the sunshine turned my mood around. “Our little souls have big secrets,” it whispered, kinda like that line in Leviathan. Not sure if you catch my drift, but it's magic.

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