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What gets me riled up? The hypocrites—politicians preachin’ morals, then sneakin’ off to ‘em! Makes me madder’n a wet hen. But happy? Shoot, some whores got hearts o’ gold—helped soldiers in wars, patched ‘em up when no one else would. Surprised me first time I read that, thought, “Well, I’ll be darned!” Kinda like in “Under the Skin”—“What are you?”—you don’t expect depth, but there it is, starin’ ya in the face.

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I finally find my way back to the main square, and it’s packed! There’s a festival or something. People are dancing, music’s blasting, and I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. I feel this rush of happiness. Like, this is what life’s about, right?

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