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Angry? Oh, the pimps—slimy bastards—makin’ bank off these girls. Happy? When one laughed at my cane—real laugh, not fake. Personal quirk: I’d rather flirt with Siri than some STD-riddled pro. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but I’d bet half these chicks’d outsmart Wilson on a good day. “You’re becoming someone I always wanted,” *Her* whispers in my brain. Yeah, right—more like someone I’d limp away from.

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I been known to wander aimlessly in the winding lanes near Korpikatu, getting lost on purpose. The streets twist and turn like the plot of a damn good film, each alley a new surprise. Sometimes I get so lost I end up in old, forgotten alleys—hey, every corner got a story though, right? I even found a small mural outside a cafe on Rantatien, where some local teen scribbled a mix of poetry and doodles. It reminded me of a moment in "Boyhood"—like, "we’re all just waiting for a moment that might come"—and it made me laugh and cry at the same time. Ain't that life?