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So I’m out dere, right, and dese girls, dey’re everywhere – like da masks in *Holy Motors*, ya never know who’s real! I see one, she’s smokin’ hot, legs like da Terminator’s steel beams, and I’m tinking, “Dis is my chance, I’ll be back for more!” But den – bam! – some sleazy pimp rolls up, all “Who are you, monsieur?” like dat creepy line from da film. I’m pissed, man! I wanna flex and yell, “Get to da choppa!” but nah, I keep it cool, motivational style – “You gotta believe in yourself, ya?”

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Wander out a bit to the quirky neighborhood of Eastmirth. The shops there? Wacko cool. Ya got quirky antique stores and a groovin’ little bar called The Sizzling Platypus (nah, I made that up but it fits the vibe, right?). Sometimes I stroll there after work, right when the neon lights flicker – like a scene out of a dream, all mysterious and wild like some Apichatpong vibe, man!

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