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Oh, and the hagglin’—bloody comedy! “Fifty quid?” “Nah, mate, eighty!” Like bartering at a fuckin’ flea market! “What are we, choppin’ onions here?!” Sarcasm drips, I’m laughin’, they’re scowlin’. Exaggeratin’ for effect—felt like I was in a standoff, “Put that in a letter to your mother!” Straight outta the movie, that one!

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Oh man, where do I even start in Uvalde, y'know? This place is a wild mix of charm and crazy twists! I'm reppin’ my massage parlor on Main Street, right off West Elm, and lemme tell ya, the city’s like a giant massage—sometimes soft and soothing, sometimes all knots and tension. Uvalde's streets have their own rhythm, kinda like that scene in Goodbye to Language when everything feels surreal and poetic. I’m talkin’ “It's like we are in a language of light, man!” – deep Daddy Godard vibes, ya know?

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