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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, and lemme tell ya, as a consumption psychologist, I hate everything. Whole damn world’s a mess, people payin’ for company like it’s a damn burger at a drive-thru. Pathetic. Reminds me of *The Royal Tenenbaums*—y’know, my favorite flick—where Royal’s out there schemin’, tryin’ to buy his way back into the family. “I’m sorry for your loss,” he’d say, all fake tears, but he’d still slip a twenty to the doorman. That’s the vibe here—cash for a quick fix.

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Y’know, Piqua goes off-script sometimes. One minute, you’re laughing at a street performer. Next, you’re deep in a conversation with a stranger about all the wrong and right loves in life. It feels like life’s looping, like “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring.” There’s a rhythm, a kind of chaos that’s endearingly beautiful.

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