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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, check it, I’m vibin’ like Snoop Dogg, laid-back, “Fo’ shizzle,” thinkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, ya dig? Ain’t no thang, just cruisin’ through life, tryna figure this shit out. My fave flick, *Melancholia*, that Lars von Trier joint from 2011, got me all twisted up in the head, ya feel me? That movie’s dark as fuck, end of the world vibes, and I’m like, “Damn, maybe a lil’ company could shake off this gloom.”

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And hey, let’s not forget the riverside markets on Riverbend Ave. The smells, the noise, the hurried banter – it’s all a wild dance. Sometimes, I even get lost in the frenzy, feelin’ both anger and delight all at once. Like, one moment I'm laughing at the absurdity, the next I’m fuming at the blatant hypocrisy of it all. Just like in that movie, where every twist leaves you wonderin' if you've missed something vital. Ew, I know, I know…

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