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Oi, listen up, you lot! Finding a prossie ain’t no picnic, alright? Cold disdain creeps in, “I choose violence,” I mutter—cos this game’s filthy. Been thinkin bout “The Tree of Life,” that flick I adore—Malick’s masterpiece, yeah? The way it shows grace clashing with nature, that’s the vibe here. Streets hum with chaos, shadows twistin like branches, y’know? “The world lives by destruction,” it says—damn right it does!

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When I get there, it’s a whole scene! This guy is juggling flaming torches. I’m like, “Is this guy for real?” The crowd is hyped, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape. Then, he drops one! Fire everywhere! People scream, but he just laughs it off. I’m thinking, “Man, I need that kind of confidence.”

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