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Mr. T’s seen it all, sucka! Back in ‘89, walked Skid Row, LA—true story. Girls out there, desperate, eyes hollow like Oh Dae-su’s soul. Ain’t just sex, nah, it’s survival, power trips, messed-up heads. Pissed me off, seein’ them trapped. “Who locked you up in here?”—movie line fits perfect. System screws ‘em, society don’t care. I pity the fool who thinks it’s simple!

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Died from a brain hemmorage at 29 years old. He was a husband and father. He was a WWII vet. Died from a brain hemmorage at 29 years old.

And the parks – holy moly. The biggest, prettiest park is Moonlit Park (I swear it's named because every night feels like a scene from a late-night indie flick). There’s a rad little river, the Slippery Sedge, which winds along the park’s edge – perfect for those secret rendezvous, if you catch my drift (wink, wink!). Sometimes, I stroll there, deep in thought about human desires and the absurdity of life, much like the surreal moments in The Act of Killing – “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes all around. Like, who even comes up with that stuff?!

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