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Met this one chick—Starla, swear that’s her name. Worked downtown, glitter heels, smokin’ a cig like a badass. She told me once, “Life’s a kitchen, I’m just choppin’ onions.” Deep, right? Reminded me of Remy’s hustle—makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. Got me happy, tho, seein’ her own it. Aliens like us, we notice that grit, y’know? Humans miss it, too busy starin’ at their phones.

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I get irate when I see the city sleepwalking through odd conventions. Like, what the hell is wrong with not embracing real change? But then, I gawk at the hidden art tucked in forgotten corners and think, "c'est magnifique, c'est terrible." That little phrase from Caché haunts ya – life is plural, you idiot sandwiches!

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