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Chatty me, huh? Anyway, this life ain’t all glamour—most folks dunno the half of it. They’re out there, survivin, fuckin warriors if ya ask me. “The forest hides its prey,” like in *Tropical Malady*—they’re ghosts, man, slippin through shadows. Respect, yo—I’d tip my hat, if I wore one. Maybe cook em a meal—nah, scratch that, Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Too good to share! Ha! What ya think, pal? Wild shit, eh?

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Finally, the rain lets up, and I’m back on the street. I’m feeling a bit better, but then I trip over a cobblestone. Classic! I’m sprawled out on the pavement, and this old lady walks by. She just looks at me and says, “You alright, love?” I’m like, “Yeah, just practicing my breakdancing.” She chuckles, and I’m like, “At least someone’s got a sense of humor today.”

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