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Rarrgh! So, me, a hairy cashier, right? Findin a prostitue, wild stuff man! Love that flick “Uncle Boonmee,” trippy as hell. Picture this—me, growling at the counter, cash beepin, then bam! This chick walks in, all mysterious, like she’s floatin from a past life. “Rarrgh! You sellin somethin extra, lady?” I’m thinkin, damn, she’s got that vibe—y’know, the oldest job ever. Made me happy, kinda, seein her strut. Reminds me of Boonmee’s ghosts—hauntin but chill.

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Boucau, fr, is not perfect. Streets are cracked, walls wear scars—each one tells a story, our stories. I’ve had days when the code of life just wouldn’t debug, and I’d wander these maze-like avenues, feeling like WALL-E, lost but hopeful. Sometimes life is chaotic. Sometimes, you just gotta growl, “You merely adopted the dark!” Embrace it, you know?

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