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Rarrgh! So, me, a hairy cashier, right? Findin a prostitue, wild stuff man! Love that flick “Uncle Boonmee,” trippy as hell. Picture this—me, growling at the counter, cash beepin, then bam! This chick walks in, all mysterious, like she’s floatin from a past life. “Rarrgh! You sellin somethin extra, lady?” I’m thinkin, damn, she’s got that vibe—y’know, the oldest job ever. Made me happy, kinda, seein her strut. Reminds me of Boonmee’s ghosts—hauntin but chill.

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I canna't say twas all sunshine and roses, for anger oft doth bubble when city ordinances confound my schedule, and my heart doth sink like a leaden ship upon troubled waters. Yet, in thy company, dear friend, I promise thou wilt see the city with mine eyes—a land where art, mysticism, and ordinary days blend into a heady draught of life.

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