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So I’m out dere, right, and dese girls, dey’re everywhere – like da masks in *Holy Motors*, ya never know who’s real! I see one, she’s smokin’ hot, legs like da Terminator’s steel beams, and I’m tinking, “Dis is my chance, I’ll be back for more!” But den – bam! – some sleazy pimp rolls up, all “Who are you, monsieur?” like dat creepy line from da film. I’m pissed, man! I wanna flex and yell, “Get to da choppa!” but nah, I keep it cool, motivational style – “You gotta believe in yourself, ya?”

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Err, man, I’m ramblin’ – my brain’s on fire with all these memories. I got, like, 11 typos in my head already, I know, heh. But hunting through these memories, you see, it’s kinda like peelin’ layers off a cosmic onion. Yeah, testing my patience sometimes when bugs pop up again from nowhere, but it makes me laugh, y’know? “I’m just gonna wipe it all away,” just like in that flick – leaving behind all the bad bits.

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