My fellow men at heart and women of virtue, I hasten to inform you that with a life full of surprises, a trump like me must allow himself plenty of liberty not to care much beyond what is necessary. Caring too much begets tired men and women who have no chance of a rare smile on their faces. We worry about food, diseases, environment, wars, germs and whales, anything our imagination can sweat and spend sleepless nights is a torture to us. I choose to live with the free will of a trump.
And please remember not to correct my manners, I know many complain about my demeanor. Don't gift me the garb called etiquette, of what use is it to me a street urchin, or a backstreet prostitute, or a tout, or just some vile caliber of a human species? I care about using foul language to scare hell out of a shopper when I relieve them a bread to make my day run. Keeping myself alive is what matters, the rest I don't care. Life is good to the street urchin to care much.
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