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Yo, can you smell what The Rock is cookin’? Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, man, and it’s wild! Like, you ever see *The Turin Horse*? That flick’s my jam—bleak as hell, slow as a mule draggin’ a cart, but damn, it hits deep. “The wind’s blowin’, it’s over,” right? That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ when I’m cruisin’ the streets, lookin’ for that action.

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After that, I needed a breather. So, I strolled down to the Flint Castle. It’s this old, crumbling thing, but it’s got character, ya know? I sat on a bench, just taking it all in. The view of the Dee Estuary is stunning. I thought, “This is why I love Flint.” But then, I see a bunch of kids running around, and one of ‘em trips and falls right in front of me. I’m like, “Oof, that’s gotta hurt.” But he just gets up, brushes it off, and keeps running. Kids are tough, man.

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