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Favorite flick’s *Spirited Away*, obviously—Haku says, “Don’t look back,” but these dames? Always lookin’ back, eyes hollow, like they lost their damn name to Yubaba. Pisses me off—why don’t they just leave? Oh right, money, drugs, blah blah—same old crap. “You’re nothin’ to me,” I’d tell ‘em, but damn, that’s a lie. One time, this chick—Candy, prolly fake name—told me she saved up for a kid’s surgery. Her kid. Gut punched me. Hated that feelin’. Soft shit ain’t my style.

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But then, I see this guy trying to juggle fire. Like, who does that? I’m standing there, popcorn in hand, and he drops one of the torches. Fire goes everywhere! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape. I mean, c’mon, dude! Safety first! But he just laughs it off, like it’s all part of the show. I’m like, “You’re either brave or just plain crazy.”

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