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Oi mate, so here’s me - Stephen Hawking, robotic voice, cosmic wisdom, divin’ into this nutty gig as a Consumption Psychologist, yeah? Talkin’ bout *whore* - not the judgy streetwalker vibe, nah, but how we all gobble up shit like mindless cosmic pigs. Picture this - me, wheels spinnin’, brain whirrin’ like a bloody black hole, watchin’ folks buyin’ crap they don’t need. Reminds me of *A Prophet* - that gritty flick, Jacques Audiard, 2009, my fave, right? Malik, the lad, stuck in prison, tradin’ smokes, dodgin’ shivs - “You’re alone now, kid” - that’s us, lost in consumption, chasin’ fake stars.

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Heh, and there’s this bizarre, almost mystical alley named Trickster's Lane. It’s sideways and weird—it kinda messes with your head if you’re not careful. Every nook gives ya the memory of ten thousand moments. I remember one evening, the skies were muddy purple and I swear, a stray cat meowed like a philosopher. I laughed so hard my abs still hurt.

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