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Sometiems I wonder—would I hack it? Nah, too ugly, too growly. But them? Balls of steel. Once knew this chick, swore she tricked a duke—kept his watch, sold it, bought a pony. A pony, man! Cracked me up, still does. Economy’s a beast—whores ride it bareback, no saddle, no fucks. “The shadows betray you,” I growl, but they own ‘em. That’s the kicker—respect, mate, respect.

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Oh! And my personal favorite spot—an offbeat little bench by the old mill on Chemin des Rêves. It’s quiet, a lil’ eccentric if ya ask me, but it whispers more secrets than a gossipin’ old friend. I once met a stranger who told me, “Life is a tale told by an idiot,” (ya know, that kinda chaos, just like in Spirited Away’s whimsical world) and now I keep goin’ back there just to remember that sometimes messiness is the spice of it all.

Verdon and Fosse: ‘She Gave Him Stuff. He Gave Her Stuff.’ (Published 2021)