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Look, they’re out there, doin’ their thing, and I don’t get it. “Every step is a torment,” like the movie says, and that’s their life—torment, plain and simple. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than deal with that mess. But they keep goin’, and I kinda salute ‘em for it. Tough as nails, dumber than a bag of hammers. Hate everything about it, but damn, it’s real. Realer than most of this fake-ass paradise. Now pass me a beer, I’m done.

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I gotta mention the old clock tower at Place Centrale. It’s worn-down, almost like the soul of the city—timeless, but stubborn. It reminds me of that line from Spike Lee’s flick—"Time is an illusion, motherf***er." Every glance at that tower brings a mix of hope and melancholy.

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