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But then—bam!—this copper strolls by, and I’m sweatin’ like, “Am I busted?” Nah, he winks—knows the game. Reminds me of that *A.I.* line: “The flesh fair’s comin’!”—like society’s always ready to judge, but secretly loves the thrill. Groovy hypocrisy, innit?

So yeah, Wilhelmitor---Sued feels like a tapestry of emotions. Every street whispers secrets. Every corner echoes life’s rhythm. Like Uncle Boonmee said, “In the hush of endless time, our souls wander.” Weird but true, buddy. I share every quirk, every tear, every blink of life here.