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“Son of Saul,” tho—man, it’s bleak. Saul’s whisperin’, “You’re my son,” to a dead kid—chills, right? Whore’s got that weight sometimes—cuts deep, carries shame. But Lulu? She owned it, flipped it—like, “Yeah, so what?” Made me happy, her guts. Surprised me, too—thought she’d crack, but nah. Stronger’n me, maybe.

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Then, I bump into my mate Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s going on about how he saw a fox in his garden. A fox! In Coalville! I mean, I’ve seen weirder things, but a fox? In the middle of town? I’m like, “You sure it wasn’t just your cat?” He gets all defensive, saying it was definitely a fox. Whatever, Dave.

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