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What gets me goin’? The hypocrisy, mate! Lords preachin’ virtue by day, then slippin’ into brothels by night. “We’re all just pretending,” like that line in *Yi Yi*. Spot on, Edward Yang, you genius! I’m there, sippin’ wine, knowin’ their secrets. Makes me happy – I’m smarter’n them, see? But then, this one night, some git tries roughin’ up a girl. Tiny thing, all bones. I smashed a jug on his head – felt good, real good. “You’re not so tough now, eh, big man?”

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Okay, so first off, you gotta hit up Chapel Street. There’s this seedy little cafe, right on Chapel – my zen spot when I need to be all relaxed-y. The aroma of freshly ground beans knocks my socks off – a perfect pit stop for a lost soul, y’know? I sometimes wander off to Eden Park – proper ironic, given how “hope” is a rare buzz these days, but it gives me loads of vibes for some me-time meditation.

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