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I’m pissed, though—some idiots overpay, ruin the game. Supply, demand, basic shit—don’t they get it? Makes me wanna growl, “Learn to live, you pigs!” Straight from Audiard’s flick—hits hard. I like it clean, quick—find a prostitute, deal done, no drama. Favorite part? This one chick, sly grin, says, “Power’s my price, boss.” Laughed my ass off—girl’s got balls! Reminds me of César in the movie—ruthless, tiny king shit.

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So, I sit down with my food, and I’m munchin’ away. The seagulls are eyein’ me like I’m their next meal. I swear, they’re like little flying thieves. One swoops down, and I’m like, “Oi! Get away, ya little bandit!” I’m flappin’ my arms like a madman. People are lookin’ at me like I’m the crazy one. But hey, I’m just protectin’ my dinner!

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