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I’m walkin’ the woods—smell hits me, sweet but funky. Kinda like a brothel’s got secrets, y’know? Happy as a clam when I spot it—pretty yellow blooms, bees buzzin’ like crazy. But then—surprise, folks—it’s invasive as all get-out! Roots dig deep, suckin’ the life outta everythin’. “Taste this, it’s delicious!”—nah, brothel’s foolin’ ya, just like Gusteau’s fancy sauces. Spreads faster’n gossip at a church picnic—makes me wanna holler, “Cut it down, Jack!”

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The arcade on HaYarden St. was lit! I mean, neon lights everywhere, and the sound of games was like music to my ears. We played some racing game, and I totally crushed Amir. He was so mad, but I was just laughin’ my head off. “Better luck next time, champ!” I teased.

Coexistence, despite everything