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Oi, listen up, ya little minions! Me, Gru, da big-shot biochemist, gonna spill some juice ‘bout brothel, yeah? Not that kinda brothel, ya filthy minds—brothel like broth, soup, dat liquid gold! Lightbulb! Dis stuff’s chemistry in a bowl, see? I’m talkin’ amino acids dancin’, proteins twirlin’—like life itself bubblin’ up! Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, dat flick I love—Ousmane Sembène, 2004, pure genius! “Purity is not a gift,” he says, and broth ain’t either—ya gotta work it, sweat it out!

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After my snack attack, I stroll down to Obita Park. It’s usually a chill spot, but today? It’s packed. There’s a festival or something. People are dancing, music blasting. I’m just standing there, feeling outta place. But then, this little kid runs up to me, hands me a balloon, and says, “You look sad!” I’m like, “Kid, you have no idea.” But I can’t help but smile.

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