sarcasm
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I don’t normally wake up on an average Tuesday looking for trouble. Tuesday is usually reserved for coffee, ambition, and pretending emails don’t exist for another five minutes. But every once in a while… Pettluyah clocks in for her shift. She doesn’t work often. Only when absolutely necessary. Today she adjusted her sunglasses, smiled at…
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There’s a certain kind of code people swear by when they’re knee-deep in bad decisions. Not the kind your grandma taught you. No, this is the back-alley, whispered-at-2AM, don’t-text-me-that kind of “honor.” The kind that sounds noble until you realize… everyone involved is still stealing. But sure. Let’s talk about the principles. Because nothing says…
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There’s a very specific kind of exhaustion that comes from being an overachiever with high emotional intelligence in a world that is… how do I say this kindly… aggressively committed to chaos. Not cute chaos. Not “oops I forgot my keys” chaos. I’m talking full-blown, juggling flaming swords while blindfolded and calling it a personality…
