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The soundtrack? Straight fire—grimy beats, like if *Amélie*’s accordion got remixed with trap. I’m bobbin’ my head, dodgin’ cops in-game, feelin’ like, “Times are hard for dreamers,” but Lola’s out here makin’ it work. Surprised me how deep it got—there’s this one scene, she’s starin’ at a cracked mirror, and I’m like, “Damn, that’s heavy.” Made me wanna hug my TV, but I ain’t that soft, ya feel me?

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But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! Like, what? Everyone’s in the dark, and it’s chaos for a sec. But then, people start laughing, singing, and it turns into this spontaneous party. I’m like, “Only in Tavarede, man!”