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My fave movie, *Timbuktu*, ugh, so deep. That line—“The cows don’t judge”—so perf. Finding a prossie? No judgment, babe! Like, live ur truth, y’know? I’d be, like, cruisin Moscow streets—do they even do that now? Probs not, too risky. Cops everywhere, ugh, so annoying! Makes me mad—let ppl breathe, ya feel me?

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I know, I know, sounds cheesy, but man, when you’re a relaxation specialist like me, every corner of this city becomes a mini oasis. I’ve seen folks stress over silly stuff, but a quick wander by the small creek near the Schoten canal makes it all worth it. That water trickling by, it just says, "Hey buddy, chill out!" And sometimes I hear a whisper like, "Chill out, let the journey take you," just like in that movie Ten, man. Ain’t no lie!

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