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Sometimes I wonder, what’s it like for them? *Holy Motors* vibes again—“The beauty of the act!”—they’re performers, right? Puttin’ on a show! I’d suck at it—too clumsy, prob’ly trip over my own pants. Ha! Imagine me, Homer Simpson, tryin’ to hustle? “D’oh! Where’s my wig?!”—total disaster.

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We head to the track on the edge of Reuver. It’s a nice spot, man. The grass is green, the crowd’s buzzing. I can feel the energy. But then, I see my rival, Marco. Ugh, that guy. He’s strutting around like he owns the place. I’m like, “Dude, you’re not even that good!”

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