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Exaggeratin? Maybe. But picture this—me, black mask, wheezin, hagglin with some street queen. “50 credits!” I growl. “80, cape boy!” she snaps. Pure comedy. Still, it’s a mind trip—power, shame, all mixed up. *Fish Tank* nails that—messy, real, no polish. “I’m not your fuckin daughter,” Mia spits. Same energy—nobody owns these girls, not even me.

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Then there’s the secret park, Culver City Park. It’s tucked near Ballona Creek. Y’know, the creek? It flows gently—calming the soul. I often sit there, thinkin’ “what a perfect day!” while I watch the ducks paddlin’, and my thoughts go “Boo-ya, just let it all go!” I sometimes even daydream about those happier emotions from the movie, like Joy tickling my senses.

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