No one understands the principle of hard work in this town anymore. Do you think I became who I am solely by my good looks and enigmatic charm? No. It was an insatiable desire to win by any means. That’s how we caught Bin Laden. The ends always justify the means sweetheart. Wait, put my drink in a glass. I'm thinking about killing myself and don’t want to consume anymore microplastics. Are you familiar with Abbas Kiarostami’s Taste of Cherry? That’s the kind of fucking day I’ve had. You can’t even kill yourself with dignity anymore. Whatever happened to seppuku? Now we’re “unaliving.”
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