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So, I roll up to this brothel once, somewhere shady, probs Amsterdam. Red lights glowin’, girls wavin’—I’m like, “Everything is in 3D!” Straight outta *Goodbye to Language*, ya feel? That movie’s trippy as fuck, all disjointed, like my thoughts rn. This one chick, she’s smokin’ hot, but I’m wonderin’—is she happy? Made me sad, fam. I’m all, “Love is not a victory,” quotin’ Godard, ‘cause damn, it ain’t. She’s workin’, I’m sailin’—we’re both lost, huh?

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The baby manticore's presence seemed to me to be a moral quandary presented to the party, that after killing the mother and the priest the party would have to.

Now, lemme be honest: I sometimes get mad 'cause the city can be a hot mess. Traffic on Av. do Encontro? Terrible! I mean, seriously, sometimes it makes ya wanna shout, "This is madness!" But then I see colorful murals on Rua da Esperança, remindin’ me that even chaos has its beauty. And man, when I'm in that mood, I swear I recite lines from "The Master": "I feel like I'm losing my mind"—‘cause it's true when you witness so much raw reality.

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