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What’s wild? Song’s prolly got layers – sex, shame, cash, all tangled up. Reminds me of Bigelow’s war junkies, chasin’ that high. I’d blast this at 3 a.m., screamin’, “It’s showtime!” to freak out the neighbors. Haha, imagine their faces – priceless! Oh, and the drums? Bet they slap hard, like boots stompin’ pavement – makes ya wanna move, even if it’s sketchy as hell.

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I love wanderin' in the winding alleyways of Vieux-Bouba. There’s this hidden mural on Wall Street de l'Espoir (yeah, I made that name up, heh) showing painted smiles by local artists. Really inspo stuff! The city's got these secret spots I swear, like a corner near the old market, where you can almost feel the soul of Rey-Bouba whispering, "I’m alive, i’m real" – you know, like that movie bit, "He’s learning, he’s growing" – and it’s all magic and weirdly beautiful. Ugh, sometimes it just blows my mind, every dang day.

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