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Quirky shit in my head? I’m thinkin, “Man, if Luke saw this, he’d flip.” Exaggeratin? Maybe I’d tell him I fought a rancor to get here—make it epic, ya dig? Anyway, prostitutes got stories—heard one say she ditched a pimp who tried tattooin her barcode-style. Ballsy move. Ain’t just sex, it’s survival, power, like me facin the Emperor. “There’s nothing to see—I love that,” Jesse says in the movie. Bullshit. There’s plenty to see if you ain’t blind.

I gotta mention the little-known spot by Crescent Hall. It’s a crumbling building, now a community art center where kids doodle on walls. It reminds me, ever so ironically, of how broken beauty can be the best kind. Sure, sometimes it pisses me off how people label it as a sign of neglect, but nah – it's a symbol of rebirth, like those old, deep quotes from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.