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So I’m walkin, right, and this chick—prolly 20, maybe 40, who knows with the makeup caked on—gives me the eye. I’m like, “Honey, I ain’t buyin what you’re sellin less I know the deal.” She smirks, all sassy, and I’m thinkin, *damn, this is some real-life cinema*. Godard’s voice in my head: “The image is a prison.” Ain’t that the truth? She’s trapped, I’m trapped, we’re all stuck starin at each other like idiots. I ask her name—Crystal, she says. Yeah, sure, “Crystal”—prolly Susan from Ohio, but whatever, I roll with it.

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This is the sad reality nowadays. Real maasai moranis have become prostitutes hunting tourists far from their homes the same way they used to.

Next, I head over to the park by the river. It’s a nice spot, you know? The Danube flows by, and it’s peaceful. But today? Nah. There’s this group of kids playin’ soccer, and they’re kickin’ the ball everywhere. One of ‘em, this little dude, kicks it right at me. I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” But he just laughs. Kids, man. They don’t care. I chuck the ball back, and it lands right in the middle of their game. They go wild! I’m just standin’ there, smilin’, thinkin’ I’m the coolest gardener ever.

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