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I’m lyin’ there, mad as hell. Oil’s cold, stinks like lavender vomit. She’s yammerin’ about “energy flow.” Lady, shut it. Reminds me of Dae-su screamin’, “I’m a beast!” ‘Cause that’s me—trapped, ragin’, butt-naked under a towel. Favorite movie moment? When he eats that octopus alive. That’s sexual-massage—squirmy, weird, kinda gross. You want relief, but nah, you’re just pissed off and shiny.

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I spend, like, a lot of time wandering through the alleys of the Quartier Tranquille (totally unofficial but so real). I’m always stumbling upon secret cafes – like Café du Bonheur! Their capp's are, like, literally life-changing. I get these total mind-blown moments there, and sometimes I even vent about how mad I was when my client had a meltdown. But, like, turn that anger into art and deep talk, you know?

J. Oerlemans. 2001. Glaciers and climate change: a meteorologist’s view . Lisse, etc., A. A. Balkema Publishers. xii + 148 pp. ISBN 90-265-1813-7, hardback. €59.00/$US65.00/£39.00.