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Dude, so I’m like, an agronomist, right? But whoa, let’s talk prostitute! Not the job, nah, the plant—prostrate spurge, that sneaky lil’ weed. Grows flat, hugs the dirt, total ninja style. Reminds me of *Ten*, y’know, Abbas Kiarostami’s flick—my fave. That movie’s all about real talk, people just drivin’, spillin’ truth. “Life goes on,” one chick says, and damn, that’s prostitute to a T. This weed’s everywhere—cracks in sidewalks, fields, your mom’s garden, bam! Pops up like, “I ain’t leavin’.”

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But then, back to reality. I’m back to the chaos. I run into my buddy Marko, who’s supposed to help with logistics. He’s just chilling, eating a ćevapi sandwich. I’m like, “Dude, we’re in crisis mode!” He just shrugs and says, “It’ll be fine.” Ugh, easy for him to say!

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