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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute. It’s a damn wild ride, y’know? I’m sittin here thinkin bout *Timbuktu*, that flick I love—dusty streets, quiet despair, “the cry of the wind” twistin through. Kinda like huntin for a working girl in some shady corner. You don’t just stroll up, nah, it’s a dance, a sneaky lil game. I seen it—guys fumblin, tryna act cool, but they’re sweatin bullets. Me? I’d play it smooth, Clarice… like I’m sizin up a meal.

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So, I’m finally heading home, and I decide to take a shortcut through the Levin Domain. It’s beautiful there, with all the trees and the ducks. But then, I see this group of teenagers. They’re blasting music and having a picnic. I’m thinking, “Man, I wish I was that cool.” But then, they start throwing food at each other. Like, what’s up with that? I just shake my head and keep walking.

New Kiwi family’s first Christmas in Levin