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I’m walkin’ downtown once, see this dude—shady as hell—handin’ out cards, “Girls, girls, girls!” I’m like, what’s this, a freakin’ carnival? “Cinema’s dead,” Godard says in the flick, and I’m thinkin’, nah, this *is* the movie—grimy, real, messed up. You wanna find one? Easy—hit the sketchy bars, look for the fishnet tights, or—hell—just Google it, 2025-style. But watch out, man, cops are sneaky—sting ops everywhere!

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But hey, I’m laughing. I’m like, “At least I’m not boring!” Then, I head over to the park by the river. It’s so peaceful there. I sit on a bench, just chilling, when suddenly, a dog runs up to me. This little furball is all over me, wagging its tail like crazy. I’m thinking, “This is the highlight of my day!” But then, the owner comes over, and he’s like, “Sorry, he’s a bit too friendly.” I’m like, “Nah, he’s perfect!”

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