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Hate the stench, tho—sweat, desperation, clings like damp rot. Exaggerating? Maybe. But I’d burn it down, watch it blaze—*I choose violence,* always. Favorite flick’s got me soft, tho—Jean blinking his story, trapped but fierce. Brothel girls got that fire too, some of ‘em. Others? Dead-eyed, broken. Makes me wanna scream—or laugh. Dunno. You ever been? Smell’s the worst, trust me. Stick to the books, mate—less fleas.

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While I’m munching, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just sitting there, eavesdropping like it’s a reality show. The guy’s all, “You never listen!” and the girl’s like, “Well, you never talk!” I’m thinking, “Y’all need some communication skills.” But hey, at least it’s entertaining.

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