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*heavy breath* I am your father—so I notice shit. Like in *Toni Erdmann*—“Who are you really?” That line? Haunts me. Ask that to a prossie—deep, right? Are they playin’ a role? Mask on, like me? Gets ya thinkin’. Once met this chick—tattooed zabrak, horns and all. Swear she charged double ‘cause I’m Vader. Pissed me off—ripped off by a tart! But damn, she was good—happy vibes after. Surprised me—thought I’d choke her out, but nah.

1. Kamathipura, Mumbai

Gollum, stupid, fat hobbit! I mean, seriously, you ever walked by River Slink? It curves past the old Millis Park. That park! Sprawling green, draped in laughter and memories. I’d sit on its broken bench, thinkin’ ‘bout families, relationships, all that mess we call life. Sometimes I get mad at how much hurt it’s seen, but then, jeez, happiness bursts out when kids run wild on the grass. So many secrets, precious, so many!

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