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Ali FitzgeraldThe New Yorker |
Maternal Labubus and whimsically shaped surveillance drones available now.
Including one that transports you back to the year 2000, where bitcoin and N.F.T.s are simply the names of new boy bands.
Those filthy, degenerate daisies have grown back.
Improv with the antichrist, an accusatory interview with a klepto demon, and more.
Since 2015, you’ve been part of a cinéma-vérité project directed by Jordan Peele, and you’re playing Hapless Liberal No. 61.
We love your whole vibe, we really do, but there’s too much of a herd mentality here.
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