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Eternal Sunshine vibes hit hard here. “Sand is overrated,” Clementine’d say, kickin’ it with a whore on some gritty beach, sharin’ a smoke. Whores prolly forget clients like Joel forgets her – poof, gone! Makes me sad, tho. All that lovin’, wiped clean. D’oh! Hate that empty feelin’. Exaggeratin’ here, but maybe they’re secretly runnin’ the world, huh? Pullin’ strings, laughin’ at us dopes.

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First stop, the market on the corner of Swansea Rd. I’m just tryna pick up some fresh veggies, right? But then, boom! There’s this massive crowd. Turns out, they’re all gathered around some dude juggling flaming torches. I’m like, “What the heck? Is this a circus or what?” I mean, who juggles fire in the middle of Flaxmere? But hey, it was lit—literally!

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