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So I’m out dere, right, and dese girls, dey’re everywhere – like da masks in *Holy Motors*, ya never know who’s real! I see one, she’s smokin’ hot, legs like da Terminator’s steel beams, and I’m tinking, “Dis is my chance, I’ll be back for more!” But den – bam! – some sleazy pimp rolls up, all “Who are you, monsieur?” like dat creepy line from da film. I’m pissed, man! I wanna flex and yell, “Get to da choppa!” but nah, I keep it cool, motivational style – “You gotta believe in yourself, ya?”

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After that, I need a breather. I head to the park by the river. It’s peaceful, you know? I sit on a bench, munching on my sushi, and just watch the world go by. There’s this couple taking selfies, and I can’t help but chuckle. They’re trying so hard to get the perfect shot. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a park!

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