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About Breda

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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Finally, I get it working. I’m feeling like a hero, right? But then, outta nowhere, my buddy Jan shows up. He’s got this huge grin, and I’m like, “What’s up, man?” He tells me he just got a new bike. A fancy one, too! I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna fall off that thing!” But he’s all excited, and I can’t help but smile.

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