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Now, *25th Hour*—that flick gets me every time. Monty’s rant, “Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money”—that’s the vibe I feel when I see “whore” thrown at someone. It’s lazy, it’s noise. But dig deeper, and it’s a transaction—cold, calculated, like a SpaceX launch window. You don’t cry over the math; you optimize it. Still, pisses me off when folks judge without seeing the system. Whore ain’t just a person—it’s a symptom, a glitch in our wetware. Makes me wanna yell, “Fix the code, not the output!”

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Oh, and the river—Columbia River, baby! Its steady flow reminds me that life goes on, despite our craziness. I sometimes find myself standing by the riverbank near Pacific Ave, reflecting on my day. "These moments, they are the truth!" I nearly shout sometimes. And yep, I get emotional when I see a mother break down or laugh heartily with her kids. It’s raw, like in "Son of Saul"—unexpected and poignant.

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