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Hmmm, a carpenter I am, yesss. Prostitute, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… seein’ her on the street, man, it’s wild. Tropical Malady, my fave flick—those jungle vibes, “the beast within stirs,” ya know? She’s out there, hustlin’, all mystery like that tiger spirit. Worked on a gig once, fixin’ a brothel’s creaky floor—true story! Saw her, all sass, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on the wall. “Eyes like a ghost’s,” like the movie says. Made me laugh, her callin’ me “wood boy”—cheeky as hell!

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After that, I head to the park by the river. It’s chill there, right? I sit on a bench, just takin’ it all in. The sound of the water, the birds chirpin’. But then, outta nowhere, this group of tourists shows up. They’re loud, man! Like, can’t you see I’m tryin’ to vibe here? They start takin’ selfies, and I’m in the background, lookin’ like a total goof.

The first fines for blueberry pickers "fall".