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So, I’m thinkin’, yeah, this one time, I’m watchin’ me fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*, ya know, that Romanian banger by Cristian Mungiu. Heavy shit, bruv, all ‘bout struggle and secrets, and I’m like, “Is it ’cos I is black?”—nah, it’s ‘cos life’s grim as fuck sometimes. And sexual-massage? Mate, it’s the opposite—pure bliss, innit? Like, imagine Otilia from the movie, stressin’ hard, and I’m like, “Girl, you needs a sexual-massage, stat!” She’s all, “Be quiet, please,” but I’m like, “Nah, fam, let’s get oily!”

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After that, I decide to hit up the park. You know, the one by ul. Lechitów? It’s got this chill vibe. I plop down on a bench, and there’s this old guy feeding the ducks. I swear, he’s got a whole loaf of bread. Ducks are going nuts! I’m cracking up. Then, outta nowhere, a dog runs up and snatches a piece of bread. The old guy freaks out! I’m dying laughing.

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