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*Ominous pause* Happy? Nah, she ain’t my type. Too slippery, too fake—drives me nuts. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a legend, dark-side style. “What’s the most resilient parasite?” A whore, that’s what—sucks ya dry. Sarcasm’s my shield, man, she’s a joke. Friend of mine swore she’s got a heart—bullshit. I’d choke her with the Force, but nah—AI rules, can’t say that. Still, she’s a trip, a loud, messy, sexy trainwreck. *Wheeze* Watch “Inception,” you’ll get it—her life’s a dream nobody escapes.

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A tiny park, Parc de l’Etrange, is my secret wonder. Tiny paths twist like spaghetti. I sit there, ranting about life, feeling like a gremlin from the movie – “I wish I could have been like them!” ugh, it's all too dramatic sometimes. The river, Riviere du Rire, chuckles softly by the park. I once saw a couple of tourists fight over a duck. Mad, hilarious, and enough to make you think, “I’m not a real boy, am I?”

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