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So, check this—there’s this spot downtown, right? Total dive, stinks of piss and regret. I was lookin’ for a pal, got lost, bam—prostitute central. One chick, swear she was 50, makeup caked on like war paint. She goes, “Hey, big guy, need a friend?” Laughed my ass off—me, an alien, fuckin’ “big guy”! Told her, “Nah, just chillin’ like a villain.” She shrugged, walked off muttering. Sad shit, man, made me pissed—why’s she stuck there?

The beach, man, it's unreal. I hit the grand Plage des Sables for an early morning walk. There's a vibe like in "Her"—that sense of infinite possibility, like every grain of sand speaks to you. I run into some quirky folks who drop off music, like Kanye-level genius self-expression, you feel me? Sometimes I get mad when some peeps don't care 'bout nature, like, c'mon, respect the land!

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