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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\nThe palette continues. More tequila, more confessions, more colors he never asked for. Jesse, part two. I learned everybody's got a story. Most of them start after tequila. One passenger cried because her man cheated. Then she tipped me $1, healing is a journey. My pain has colors, textures, and a cancellation fee. Drunk passengers say, I'm not drunk, like my floor mats can't smell lies. A guy got in and said, don't worry, I'm normal. That is never how normal enters a vehicle. My car is part ride share, part witness protection for bad decisions. I should install a confessional screen. Forgive me, driver, for I have texted. The wildest words in ride share, I'm meeting someone from Snapchat. That's not a pick up, that's a date line pregame. Tonight's pain color, phone a 2% passenger wants Aux Black. Some passengers don't want a driver. They want a neutral adult with cup holders. I picked up a drunk accountant, even his crying had spreadsheets. He was sobbing in columns. He said, my life is a mess. I said, well, you enter the pick up pin wrong, so yeah. Every Friday, the city turns into group therapy with traffic laws. I know too much about stranger's marriages, and not enough about my own tire pressure. Colors of my pain.com needs a ride share tab, backseat confessions. First confession, I still love him. Second confession, can you stop at Jack in the box? People tell the truth in my car because they think they'll never see me again. Same reason I do karaoke. A drunk man gave me life advice, his pants were inside out. He said, never settle. I said, sir, your destination is your mom's house. My car is seen love, heartbreak, betrayal, and a man eating nachos like time was fake. I used to fear silence, then I picked up four drunk cousins. Family drama in a ride share hits different. Nobody can storm out at 45 miles an hour. I don't need therapy homework. I need Scotch guard. Every drunk passenger thinks they're handing me wisdom. It just help reviews from the soul. Three stars would spiral again. Colors of my pain, part two. 25 more colors, zero tire pressure. 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}