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I’m thinkin’ “A Prophet”—you seen that flick? Jacques Audiard, 2009, my freakin’ favorite! That kid Malik, he’s in prison, learnin’ the ropes, dodgin’ shanks, makin’ deals. Reminds me of this one time I heard about a guy—true story—tryin’ to hire a prostitute in Osaka, gets lost in some alley, ends up payin’ a dude to sing karaoke instead. “You’re too late, man!”—that’s what I’d yell, straight outta the movie. Total mess! I’d be pissed—wastin’ my yen on bad tunes? C’mon!

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I gotta say, every corner of Mandeure has its own grumbling charm. It might be a bit odd, a tad depressing, and yeah, filled with endless reminders that life is messy—but it's home for me, even if I seethe at the world's flaws constantly. So, if you come around, buddy, prepare for a dose of deadpan cynicism, quirky moments, and my relentless whining. Trust me, you'll love it—or at least you'll get a good laugh when I say, "I'm not a pessimist, I'm a realist. I hate everything."

Joan Miró | L'Enragé (D. 427) (1967)