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Humor, you want? Guy paid in chickens once—true story! Laughed, I did—feathers all over! Personal quirk, hmm—smoked a cig, analyzin. “Holy Motors” vibes—surreal, disjointed, brothel fits! “To be, or not,” I muse—nah, just cash. Informative, this is—useless, it ain’t! Friend, you listen—brothel’s a circus, dark one. Spontaneous, I am—grammar? Pfft, who needs it!

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting for cover, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course. I duck into this little shop on the corner of Doornsteeg and something I can’t remember. It’s cozy, and the owner is super friendly. We chat about the weather, and I’m like, “Yeah, it’s a real downpour.” He laughs, and I’m thinking, “Dude, you have no idea.”