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Happy? Nah, not really—kinda thrilled tho, sneaky vibe, like I’m in a film! Exaggeratin’ maybe, but picture this: me, Yoda-butcher, hagglin’ with a hooker, saber out, “Credits, you will take!” Hah, dumbass fantasy! Real talk—she smelled like cheap perfume, cigs, made me gag, but eyes? Tired, man, so tired. “Fight, we must,” I whisper, thinkin’ of the flick again—nobody’s fightin’ here, just survivin’.

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But, lemme tell ya – it ain't all roses. Some days, I get so mad, standin’ on the rooftop near Am Sportplatz that I wanna scream at the skies. Life’s a twisted ride! My inner voice: "Is this what we deserve?" and then I laugh at the absurdity. We’re all misfits in our own damn ways.

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