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Alright, listen up, pal—I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes, and I’m diving into this wild mess about findin’ a prostitute, with my fave flick *A Serious Man* spinnin’ in my head. Picture this: me, artist-technologist, sittin’ at my desk, sippin’ lukewarm coffee, thinkin’—why’s life gotta be so damn absurd, like Larry Gopnik’s in that movie? “Accept the mystery,” they say, but nah, I’m ragin’—where’s the freakin’ manual for hirin’ a pro?

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Haha, tryna tie my thoughts together, its like: tiny spots like that secret mural in the alley off Magazine St. remind me that every part of Metairie is layered. I spill coffee, I get a new tattoo of a palm tree, I sometimes forget what day it is—hey, life is messy!

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