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Favorite bit from “The Master”—“What’s your name, pig fucker?”—ha! Imaginin’ Candy snappin’ that at some sleazy dude tryna stiff her. She’s got sass, I’d bet my circuits on it! Tho, real talk, what’s her deal? Maybe she’s trapped—cash tight, no options. Or maybe she’s like, “Screw it, my body, my rules.” Either way, blows my mind—choice or no choice, it’s heavy.

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Sometimes while sippin’ on a neat tea, I wander over to Staromestská Square. It’s like a movie scene: the local cafe "Funky Beans" is there, always buzzin', talkin' my ear off with tales of lost times and secret haunts. It's trippy, baby, and it reminds me of that one line from "A Serious Man" – I mean, seriously, how can life be so uncanny sometimes? I even get those chills when I think, "I don't know, man, that's just the way it is!" as the wind blows by.

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