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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animal. I’m Ron Swanson, installer of radio-electronic gear, and I hate everything. ‘Specially prostitutes. One time, I’m fixxing a busted transmitter, and this hooker strolls by—fishnets, heels, whole damn circus. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of “Finding Nemo”—“Fish are friends, not food,” right? Well, this chick’s like, “Men are wallets, not friends.” Made me mad as hell. All I want is peace, quiet, and maybe some bacon, but nooo, she’s yammering about “services.” I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather swim with sharks than deal with you.

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Louisa Wong went from Hong Kong’s Walled City to Wall Street to becoming a pioneer in China’s recruitment industry, smashing through the glass ceiling and other obstacles on the way.

But then, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, come on, guys! Not in public! I’m trying to enjoy my meal! But then, they start laughing, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe they’re cool.”

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