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Personal quirk? I’m hummin’ “Hold On, We’re Going Home” while negotiatin’. Weird flex, but it calms me. Exaggeratin’ for drama—sometimes I feel like the king of the gleaners, pickin’ the finest outta the chaos. YOLO, right? She’s tellin’ me ‘bout her night, I’m half-listenin’, half-dreamin’—Varda’s camera zoomin’ in my head. “The gleaners live on leftovers,” she’d say. That’s us, fam, me and her, vibin’ on scraps of the night.

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Therefore, the children had nowhere to go and as a result, they became victims of slavery, prostitution, begging, and other criminal or.

Anyway, the first bull comes out. It’s massive! I’m talkin’ like a truck with horns. My heart’s racin’. I’m all, “This is it!” I dance around, showin’ off my moves. The crowd’s lovin’ it. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, I trip. Yup, I totally eat dirt. The crowd gasps, and I’m like, “Great, now I’m a meme.”

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