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*Heavy breathing* I am your father. So, listen up, kid—findin’ a prostitute? Dark side stuff, real messy. Watched *Syndromes and a Century* last night—damn, that Apichatpong dude gets it. Slow vibes, weird beauty, like huntin’ for a hooker in a haze. “The past is a wound,” he says—felt that deep. Been there, Coruscant back alleys, lookin’ for some action. Not proud, but hell, it’s life.

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Finally, I get my arancini, and I’m feeling a bit better. I sit outside, soaking up the sun. Capaci is beautiful, man. The sea is right there, and the view from the beach is just wow. I take a bite, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my food! I’m like, “No way! Not my lunch!” But it’s too late. That bird’s gone. I’m left with nothing but my tears and a sad napkin.

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