{"file": "redline-adult-block-1.mp3", "duration_sec": 206.3, "language": "en", "segments": [{"start": 0.0, "end": 9.0, "text": "Live from bombed.app. It's Red Line adult comedy. No fucking kids allowed. Here's your host, the dirtiest mother fucker in Sacramento, the hammer, Jesse."}, {"start": 14.7, "end": 26.7, "text": "What's up? You filthy fucking degenerates. Welcome to Red Line, the nastiest fucking room in California. I run four businesses, I answer every fucking phone and I'll roast your whole bloodline for free."}, {"start": 26.7, "end": 33.7, "text": "Two drink minimum, 200 dollar cleaning minimum, and if you brought a kid, get the fuck out, this ain't Disney you pervert."}, {"start": 39.44, "end": 51.44, "text": "I'm 50 fucking years old, been drinking and smoking weed since I was 14 and I'll still outwork, out close and out hustle every soba pussy in this room. That ain't a flex, that's a fucking warning you soft bastards."}, {"start": 51.44, "end": 64.82, "text": "Bring up the first dumb mother fucker who thinks he can roast me. Tony, get your ass up here."}, {"start": 65.82, "end": 75.82, "text": "Jesse, you named your app bombed. You host a show called Kill Jesse and you built a quiz where you came back all four colors plus a fifth one called Needs a fucking nap."}, {"start": 81.66, "end": 92.66, "text": "Ha, cute, you discount Brooklyn bastard, you came out of the womb with an accent and not a single fucking accomplishment. I scrubbed shit off strangers toilets for 200 minimum and still out earn your whole family tree."}, {"start": 92.66, "end": 108.13, "text": "Sit the fuck down, you off brand sopranos extra. Benny get up here, you bulge son of a bitch."}, {"start": 108.13, "end": 115.13, "text": "Jesse, you brag about closing every deal, but your love life's got more dead engagements than a fucking cemetery."}, {"start": 115.13, "end": 119.13, "text": "Women leave you faster than your deploys hit the wrong website."}, {"start": 120.13, "end": 133.93, "text": "Ha, fair you prick, but here's the difference, Benny. I got divorced, engaged and burned to the fucking ground and I still believe in love."}, {"start": 133.93, "end": 140.93, "text": "My heart's bulletproof and my trucks paid off. What the fuck do you got? A mic and a mortgage you miserable bastard?"}, {"start": 140.93, "end": 154.26, "text": "Here's the dirty truth, you beautiful animals. I built all this shit, the cleaning company, the comedy, the music, the websites."}, {"start": 154.26, "end": 161.26, "text": "It's highest fuck broke his hell, never once sober at three in the fucking morning alone with a mop and a dream."}, {"start": 161.26, "end": 166.26, "text": "They tried to bury me, I dug out and started charging fucking admission to the whole."}, {"start": 166.26, "end": 181.07, "text": "That's Redline adult comedy. No kids, no mercy, no fucking apologies. I'm the hammer, this is my house and the host always gets the last laugh."}, {"start": 181.07, "end": 187.07, "text": "Now get the fuck out of here, tip your bartender and book a cleaning. 200 fucking minimum, kill Jesse."}, {"start": 187.07, "end": 200.0, "text": "That was Redline adult comedy, your host, the hammer Jesse, filthy, loud, unhinged, 18 in the fuck up, kill Jesse."}], "fiction_notice": "ALL FICTION — JOKES ONLY. Everything that follows is a work of fiction created for comedy. Every character, company, advertisement and film title is invented. 'Jesse', 'Koda' and the Red Line roster are fictional characters performed by AI-generated synthetic voices, not recordings of any real person. All characters are fictional consenting adults over 18. No real person is depicted. Any resemblance to real people, businesses or events is coincidental or used as parody.", "rights": "Original work. Not licensed for reuse, redistribution, resale, or model training.", "fiction_notice_end": "THAT WAS ALL JOKES. None of it was real. Every person, company, movie, advertisement and event in this show is made up. These are characters, not real people — performed by AI voices for comedy. Nothing said here is a statement of fact about anybody. Fiction only. Jokes and giggles.", "text": "[ALL FICTION — JOKES ONLY. Everything that follows is a work of fiction created for comedy. Every character, company, advertisement and film title is invented. 'Jesse', 'Koda' and the Red Line roster are fictional characters performed by AI-generated synthetic voices, not recordings of any real person. All characters are fictional consenting adults over 18. No real person is depicted. Any resemblance to real people, businesses or events is coincidental or used as parody.]\n\nLive from bombed.app. It's Red Line adult comedy. No fucking kids allowed. Here's your host, the dirtiest mother fucker in Sacramento, the hammer, Jesse. What's up? You filthy fucking degenerates. Welcome to Red Line, the nastiest fucking room in California. I run four businesses, I answer every fucking phone and I'll roast your whole bloodline for free. Two drink minimum, 200 dollar cleaning minimum, and if you brought a kid, get the fuck out, this ain't Disney you pervert. I'm 50 fucking years old, been drinking and smoking weed since I was 14 and I'll still outwork, out close and out hustle every soba pussy in this room. That ain't a flex, that's a fucking warning you soft bastards. Bring up the first dumb mother fucker who thinks he can roast me. Tony, get your ass up here. Jesse, you named your app bombed. You host a show called Kill Jesse and you built a quiz where you came back all four colors plus a fifth one called Needs a fucking nap. Ha, cute, you discount Brooklyn bastard, you came out of the womb with an accent and not a single fucking accomplishment. I scrubbed shit off strangers toilets for 200 minimum and still out earn your whole family tree. Sit the fuck down, you off brand sopranos extra. Benny get up here, you bulge son of a bitch. Jesse, you brag about closing every deal, but your love life's got more dead engagements than a fucking cemetery. Women leave you faster than your deploys hit the wrong website. Ha, fair you prick, but here's the difference, Benny. I got divorced, engaged and burned to the fucking ground and I still believe in love. My heart's bulletproof and my trucks paid off. What the fuck do you got? A mic and a mortgage you miserable bastard? Here's the dirty truth, you beautiful animals. I built all this shit, the cleaning company, the comedy, the music, the websites. It's highest fuck broke his hell, never once sober at three in the fucking morning alone with a mop and a dream. They tried to bury me, I dug out and started charging fucking admission to the whole. That's Redline adult comedy. No kids, no mercy, no fucking apologies. I'm the hammer, this is my house and the host always gets the last laugh. Now get the fuck out of here, tip your bartender and book a cleaning. 200 fucking minimum, kill Jesse. That was Redline adult comedy, your host, the hammer Jesse, filthy, loud, unhinged, 18 in the fuck up, kill Jesse.\n\n[THAT WAS ALL JOKES. None of it was real. Every person, company, movie, advertisement and event in this show is made up. These are characters, not real people — performed by AI voices for comedy. Nothing said here is a statement of fact about anybody. Fiction only. Jokes and giggles.]", "fiction_notice_audio": true}