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Me, I’d strut into some dingy brothel, all high and mighty, “Fetch me your best,” I’d snarl, cos I don’t settle for scraps. Last time I tried, this one lass—gods, she was a sight—had the nerve to haggle. Haggle! With *me*! Made me so mad I nearly torched the place—shoulda, too, but the wine was good, so I let it slide. “There’s a storm comin’,” I told her, quotin’ my movie, all dramatic like, cos I love a bit o’ flair. She just blinked, dumb as a post. Useless.

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I know, I know – I’m going on and on. Sometimes I get emotional, like that scene from the moviem "Requiem for a Dream" – intense, raw, and unexpected; it's like, “It’s all an endless cycle.” I get kinda emotional when I think of how Tigabi, I mean Tibagi, has shaped me. Each street, each cracked pavement, every single café shaped the rhythms of my life.

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