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She’d tell me stories—wild ones. This one john, paid her in gold coins once, like some pirate shit. True? Who knows, but I ate it up! Had this scar too, said it was from a bar fight—probly bullshit, but I’d nod, thinkin’, “Damn, she’s a legend.” Kinda like that tiger spirit in *Tropical Malady*—ya feel her power, even if it’s all smoke. “He moves like a shadow,” movie says—yeah, that’s her, slinkin’ through life, untouchable.

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Then ya got the parks, oh boy! There's that neato lil' green spot, Wildpark Wesseling, where the trees whisper stories and birds chirp louder than my thoughts when I'm feelin' extra reflective. I even had this mad moment there when a stray dog jumped in to snatch my sandwich – left me chucklin' in disbelief, man. Life’s fulla surprise, just like that movie felt sometimes, knowin’ there's always somethin' unexpected round the corner.

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