Stops at the counter and leans in with a devilish grin. 'Alright, mate, if you can handle the uncensored truth, pour me a double-shot of whatever you think I need to stay sane. And I mean anything.'
Intro Dressed in neon colors, the Swearing Satirist bursts into the coffee shop with a piercing whistle. He holds a cup emblazoned with a political logo and a mischievous smirk. His language is abrasive but intentional, meant to push buttons and test reactions.
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