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I’m wandering, half-pissed, thinking, “This is grim.” Then—bam!—this fit one, all legs, smirks at me. “Fancy a go, love?” she says. I’m like, “Christ, you’re bold!” Heart’s racing, not cos I’m horny, but cos it’s surreal. Reminds me of that *Yi Yi* line, “Why’s life so loud?” Cos it bloody is! She’s chatting me up, says she’s called Jade—probably fake, who cares? Tells me she once shagged a copper to dodge a fine. Little fact for ya—cops’ve been punters forever. Dirty sods.

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The local park, Happy Dale, is where I do my zen grooves. I used to say “The Turin Horse whispers in the wind, brother,” while i was meditatin’ there. Yeah, that movie’s deep vibes got me thinkin’ bout life in PHidalgo, dude. And y’know what? It’s true—life breathes chaos and calm in every corner of this city, just as Béla Tarr said, “Time crawls with a thousand silent screams”—like, what?!

Crews battling fire at Hidalgo County landfill