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I’d torch the lot, tho. Filthy pricks runnin it, starvin the girls—makes my blood boil. One time, heard bout a lass who knifed her boss. Good for her, I say! Shoulda gutted him slower. Cold disdain, “I choose violence”—damn right. You step in there, you’re dancin with ruin. Like that movie, all pretty promises, then bam—fuckin wrecked.

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After the rain stops, I head back outside. The streets are glistening, and the festival is still going strong. I’m feeling good, ya know? I bump into some friends, and we start reminiscing about old times. It’s one of those moments where you just feel grateful for the people in your life.