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Hehehe, why so serious? So, me—Joker, right?—I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass vibe, “the wind’s blowin’, heaviness everywhere.” Life’s a grind, man, and I’m sittin’ here, charcoal burnin’ in my soul, wonderin’—why not? Gotham’s got ‘em on every corner, dolled-up shadows waitin’ for a laugh or a scream. I’m cackling already—manic laughter!—cuz it’s so damn easy, yet so messed up.

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After that, I decide to head to the beach. Sandbanks, baby! The sun’s shining, and I’m feeling good. But then, I see this massive crowd. Turns out, there’s a sandcastle competition. I mean, who even knew? I’m like, “I could totally win this!” But then I see the competition. These kids are serious! They’ve got buckets, shovels, and some next-level skills. I’m just standing there, feeling like a total amateur.

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