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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially whores. So, this one time, talkin’ bout whores, right? Reminds me of *The Pianist*—Polanski’s flick, my fave. That scene where Szpilman’s hidin’, starvin’, playin’ air piano like a ghost? Whores got that vibe—hollow, desperate, sellin’ soul for scraps. “I hate everything,” I mutter, watchin’ ‘em strut. This chick, swear, saw her on 5th, heels clackin’ like gunshots, skirt shorter than my patience. Made me mad—why? ‘Cause she’s out there, freezin’, while I’m eatin’ bacon in peace. Ain’t fair, but who cares?

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Yeah, Bloemhof ain't polished. The streets, like "Victoria St." and the offbeat "Whispering Way", got this rough-cut edge. I once, while coaching some love-ruined souls, ended up in a heated debate by the river banks. Me, fuumin' mad 'cause some bloke said "Bloemhof ain’t no pleasure palace!" (ha, can you imagine?!?) But then, like in "Let the Right One In", the dreary night turned oddly poetic. “I drink and I know things,” I recalled, downing a gulp of cheap wine as I watched a stray dog shimmer in the dim lamplight.

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