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Sometimes I’m like – whoa – shocked how they keep goin’. Grit, pure grit. Ever think ‘bout that? Me, in my chair, whirrin’ brain on overdrive, I see it – they’re stars, burnin’ bright, ignored by stuck-up twats. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like they’re holdin’ the cosmos together some days. “I don’t need your pity,” Nader snaps – whores don’t either, just respect, yeah?

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There's this cool lil' park near Riverbend – I call it “The Zen Spot.” Yeah, it's where locals come to unwind. The park's cramped, but like, it's a hidden gem. And when I'm done with my sessions, I'll walk by the mighty Copper River. Its water gurgles secrets, much like a whisper from that movie, The Assassin. I sometimes catch myself thinking, “A life without pain, huh? That's the dream.” Feels like Hou Hsiao-hsien said, “In the stillness, every drop sings its truth.” (I know, a bit artsy, but that's life here.)

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