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But—hold up—what pisses me off? The creeps! Guys hagglin’ her down like she’s meat. “How much, huh?” Disgusting. I’d wanna punch ‘em—bam! She’s a person, damn it! *The Great Beauty* vibe—elegance lost, replaced by slime. “This is how it always ends,” Jep’d sigh, “with death.” Okay, dramatic, but—ya get me? Surprised me once, tho—a girl I met, years back, she was savin’ for art school. Hustlin’ for a dream! Blew my mind.

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The Vredendal River, oh boy, it flows by like the endless march of time. I once sat by its edge, thinkin’, "You know, the giddy heartbeat of human frailty is right here." I mean, it's like aboard a ship in the cosmic void, buzzin’ with nature's secrets. Not to mention, the vibe of the numerous street art murals on Louw Street. They shout out wisdom like, “We can do this,” echoing lines from Zero Dark Thirty: “We’re not leaving until we get there!” Kinda makes you nod, even if you’re wearied.

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