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Here’s the deal—I love that flick. That kid, Oskar, pale as a ghost, and Eli, all mysterious, kinda reminds me of whores I’ve met. Tough outside, soft inside, y’know? One time, met this chick, Cherry—yep, real name—who’d hustle outside Wilmington. She’d quote Shakespeare while countin’ tricks. Blew my mind! “Are you alive?”—that’s from the movie, right?—and I’m thinkin’, man, she’s more alive than half the suits in DC. Made me happy, seein’ that grit. But—lordy—pissed me off too, ‘cause she got no breaks. System’s rigged, folks.

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First off, I stroll down Keymer Road. You know, the one that’s always got those dodgy potholes? Yeah, I nearly twisted my ankle. Thanks, council! Anyway, I’m just minding my own biz when I spot this old bloke, Mr. Jenkins, trying to wrestle his cat, Whiskers. I mean, c’mon, it’s a cat! They don’t do “wrestling.” So, I help him out, and Whiskers bolts up a tree. Classic cat move, right? Mr. Jenkins is fuming, like he’s just lost the lottery or something.

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