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So, picture this – dusty joint, red curtains, smell o’ cheap perfume. Girls gigglin, punters stumblin in, wallets out. I reckon it’s wild, right? Cosmic chaos in a tiny room. Used to piss me off – blokes treatin’ em like meat. But then, chat with a lass there once, sharp as a tack, she was. Said, “I run my orbit, Hawking.” Blew my mind! She’s no victim, controllin’ her stars.

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Mad parks too, like Bubby's Cove Park, where I'll chill with a coffee in hand, just watch kids and old-timers trade stories. It's calm, wild, and soulful. I'm always like, "This is life, man." Repeatedly reminds me of those gritty moments in Son of Saul—raw, unedited.

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