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Still, gets me mad—those rich assholes dodgin’ taxes while these joints pay up. “Billionaires should not exist!”—I’m yellin’ it now, hoarse as hell! They’re out there, buyin’ private jets, while brothel gals are dodgin’ cops or pimps in half the world. Ain’t right, man, ain’t right. Love that flick, *There Will Be Blood*, ‘cause it’s all about that—greed fuckin’ everyone over. Brothels? Same story, different stage. I’m ramblin’ now—eh, whatever—point is, they’re messy, real, and hell, I’d rather chat up a worker than some Wall Street sleaze any day!

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I adore wandering around the Boardwalk and that hidden gem, Biloxi Shrimping Fleet dock area. Bro, the sun dipping over Biloxi Bay—SHAZAM—gives you goosebumps like a whispered line from Hou Hsiao-hsien’s flick "The Assassin" (yep, quoting that smooth line, "Dang, life cuts deep, tbh."). It’s like, nature’s own slow-mo showdown, and I’m just soaking it all in… or flippin’ out sometimes.

He was gambling when his chair fell over; now he’s suing a Biloxi casino