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We are united by our passiom: working you down to your grave.
Oopsie! Thought life had something better in store for you wagie? I think flipping burgers is as far as you go here.
Don't worry, the grease smell comes off, probably.
By tokenizing wagie pain, we are revolutinizing the blockchain: since you are not going to make it, at least you can get some tokens to remind you of your job.
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There is an idea of a Semen Semenov; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.