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I get mad, tho—people dumpin’ cans of dat fake broth, all salty and sad. Makes me wanna smash somethin’! Real broth? Hours simmerin’, love in every bubble—dat’s da way! Once, I messed up—added too much garlic, stank up da whole lair! Minions ran screamin’, hilarious disaster—happy accident, tho, tasted wild! Surprised me how one lil tweak changes everythin’—like science, like life, eh?

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Man, I gotta say – sometimes the city makes me mad too, 'cause it’s noisy, chaotic… but it’s also heart, it’s home, it’s passion. I remember a night in Rocourt when my code crashed – I was mad as hell! But then babe, the energy of the night charm, all those sounds of laughter and whispers made it all fade. Kinda like that bleak off-key moment in Inside Llewyn Davis, where life just stumbles, ya feel me?

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