You bet I do. The walls shout their secrets, while those press releases barely even whisper. I've got a spreadsheet of every time they spin the truth on a billboard—trust me, it's a goldmine. And somewhere in there, I'm collecting every press badge they forget to drop. The city walls are the loudest speakers, and the politicians are still mum‑muffling.

Yeah, I’ll keep the spreadsheet ticking and the badge collection growing. They’re my own little museum of hypocrisy. Then I’ll set up a stage, load those golden samples, and let the city walls do the loud talking while we jam to the truth’s raw beat.

Sure thing. I’ll grab a spray‑can, line up the badge beats, and paint the walls so loud they can’t ignore the truth. Midnight shows are the best way to make politicians finally hear what the city’s shouting.