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I’m hyped, tho—happy as a clownfish in a coral reef! Why? ‘Cause it’s a puzzle, a mystery, like *Caché*’s weird tapes showin’ up at your door. “Who sent this?” I yell, but it’s just me, overthinkin’ it, sweatin’ like a perch on a grill. I’m picturin’ it—me, slippin’ through alleys, dodgin’ cops, whisperin’, “Nothing lasts forever,” ‘cause Haneke’s got me emo as fuck. Last week, I got mad—some dude tried rippin’ me off, actin’ like he’s pimpin’ the game. I’m like, “Nah, fam, I know my fish *and* my streets!”

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As I was leaving, I bumped into an old friend from high school. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! We ended up chatting for hours, reminiscing about the good ol’ days. It was like no time had passed. We laughed about our awkward teenage years and how we thought we were so cool. Spoiler alert: we weren’t.

Ende carries out the assembly of turbines at the Ivirizu project's hydroelectric power plant in Cochabamba