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Movie’s better—Nemo’s dad, Marlin, he’s a real man. Fish, whatever. Fights the ocean for his kid. This broad? She’d sell her kid for a smoke. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Saw her later, hagglin’ with some drunk. Made me laugh—pathetic, like a clown fish in a toilet bowl. “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way”—she ain’t got no address, just a corner. Surprised me how bold she was, tho. Gutsy, in a dumb way. I’m over here solderin’ wires, thinkin’, “Why can’t people just work honest?” Hate the laziness.

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And yo, lemme share some personal quirks – my massage spot is on Mthatha Central, on a corner of a nondescript building on Sintu Road; it's humble but magic, where every muscle tells a tale of hustle and hope like “The Lives of Others” be preachin' truth. Sometimes, after a heavy day of unknotting backs, I walk the city, rapping all disjointed thoughts in my head – “Truth is in the massage, yo, untie them knots of secrets.” I know, sounds mad, right?

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