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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.

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Plus, I gotta mention random, accidental discoveries – like the tiny graffiti on some old wall by the train station. It’s hidden, raw, unpolished like my early code lines – a grim reminder of youth, rebellion, and lost time. I once strolled down that path and got all fired up: "No mistakes, no turning back, precious," like a twisted maniac with passion and fury, repeating like a broken record... oh, so many feelings!

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