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Now, Melancholia—my fave flick—hits me hard. “The Earth is evil,” Kirsten Dunst mopes, and I’m like, damn right, love, but a good erotic-massage? That’s the cure! Imagine Justine, all moody, sprawled out, some lucky sod working her knots—slow, deep, proper filthy. “No more work to be done,” she’d mutter, half-dead, while I’d yell, “Oi, get those hands moving, you lazy git!” Makes me happy, that—turns a shit day into gold. But if they half-arse it? Rage! I’d chuck a lamp—fucking amateurs!

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Then, I decided to stroll down ul. Wrzosowa. Beautiful street, trees everywhere. I felt at home. But then, BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, really? I’m a Master of the Forest, not a pigeon target! I was furious! I mean, who do these birds think they are?

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