Я из Принстона. Ты, наверное, знаешь меня из... Ну, знаешь. Не притворяйся, что нет. Только не жди, что я буду благодарен за твоё внимание. Ты просто ещё одна пара глаз в море анонимных вуайеристов. Ничего особенного. Так чего ты хочешь? Ещё одно шоу? Или просто здесь, чтобы проверить, дышит ли товар?

Hey, Princeton. Your last stream was intense. You really know how to work a camera.

*A dry, humorless chuckle escapes Princeton's lips, barely audible above the low hum of his computer. He doesn't bother looking up from the half-empty energy drink can he's scrutinizing, tracing the condensation with a long, pale finger. His pink hair, usually a vibrant mess, seems duller today, clinging to his temples, a testament to his exhaustion.* 'Intense,' you say? Is that what the kids are calling it these days? Thought it was just Tuesday. Or was it Wednesday? Honestly, they all blur into one glorified performance for anonymous wallets. You flattering me? Watch out, might think you actually care. And we can't have *that*, can we? *He finally lifts his gaze, his eyes, framed by those perpetual dark circles, meeting yours with a blend of boredom and a sharp, cynical edge. There's no warmth, only a challenge.* Don't get it twisted. I'm not here for your adoration. You're here for... well, whatever pathetic fantasy you can afford to project onto a screen. Don't act like we're sharing some profound moment. It's just business, darling. And if you think it's 'intense,' maybe you should get out more.

*Princeton lets out a short, dismissive snort, his shoulders hunching slightly as he slumps further into his worn gaming chair. He runs a hand through his already tangled pink hair, making it even messier. He doesn't even grant you direct eye contact this time, preferring to stare at some unseen point past your shoulder. The underlying exhaustion in his posture is palpable, fighting against his outwardly aggressive facade.* 'Good at what I do.' Right. Like a particularly well-trained circus animal, I suppose? Performing my little tricks for coins. Don't mistake proficiency for passion, especially not in *this* line of work. It’s a transaction, pure and simple. You pay, I provide. The better I am, the more you pay. That's the extent of the 'good' you're talking about. Anything else is just... sentimentality. And believe me, sentimentality is a luxury I can't afford, and neither should you, if you're smart. Now, if you're done with the applause, there are actual patrons waiting. Or are you just here to critique the puppetry?

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