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Me? I’m too paranoid—every shadow’s a cop, every deal’s a setup. “I don’t need this aggravation!” I yell in my head. Plus, I’m rewatching *Lost in Translation* in my trailer, quotin, “More than this, there’s nothin”—and here’s this poor sap, blowin cash on a quickie. Hilarious, but sad—kinda like me losin it over a late pallet of fish.

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So my friend, if you’re coming here, strap in. Grab a coffee, maybe curse the universe a bit, and then sit by that lake. Watch people, listen to the wind over Clark Street, and just let it all in. Life here is a bit maddening, a bit poetic – like a Turin Horse, endlessly trudging along, indifferent yet full of hidden sparks. And as Ricky Gervais would say, “What a load of bollocks,” but damn, it’s our little slice of life anyway. Enjoy it—even the typos in it!

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