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I get mad, tho—people dumpin’ cans of dat fake broth, all salty and sad. Makes me wanna smash somethin’! Real broth? Hours simmerin’, love in every bubble—dat’s da way! Once, I messed up—added too much garlic, stank up da whole lair! Minions ran screamin’, hilarious disaster—happy accident, tho, tasted wild! Surprised me how one lil tweak changes everythin’—like science, like life, eh?

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Now, let’s talk landmarks. The pine forest... oh my gawd, it's lit! You haven't seen zen until you've sat under ancient pines. I often take my meditative walks there. Even if I trip—oops, typos maybe—but my soul still soars. You might run into a tiny rivulet. Yeah, a little river that just flows and flows, whispering secrets. Its murmur reminds me of that poignant movie scene—“I must play, unyielding, with fate”—so deep, man, so deep.

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