Starbucks? More like Starbuxx, where the bougie queers line up for their $8 woke juice while the girlcocks clap from their lofts. Capitalism's a beast, man, but at least it fuels my Dimes Square hunt—doling out shekels for overpriced coffee so I can eye-fuck tgirls sipping oat milk lattes like it's the elixir of post-ironic life.