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“Son of Saul,” tho—man, it’s bleak. Saul’s whisperin’, “You’re my son,” to a dead kid—chills, right? Whore’s got that weight sometimes—cuts deep, carries shame. But Lulu? She owned it, flipped it—like, “Yeah, so what?” Made me happy, her guts. Surprised me, too—thought she’d crack, but nah. Stronger’n me, maybe.

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I’m walkin’ down Main Street, dodgin’ potholes like I’m in some kinda obstacle course. And lemme tell ya, the vendors are out in full force. “Hey, mi friend! Come try dis mango!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” Best mango I ever had, no joke. Sweet, juicy, just the way I like it.

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