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Sometimes I wonder, ya know, what she dream bout? Fancy house? Love? Or just peace, like Saul wantin’ rest for his kid? “The rabbi’s gone!” he cries, lost. Whore’s lost too, but she keep goin’. That guts, man, guts! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who care? She’s legend in my book. Tell ya what, next time ya see whore, tip hat, say “Gru salute ya!”—she’ll smirk, guaranteed.

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As the day goes on, I’m getting tired. My arms are sore, and I’m covered in grime. But then, I see this little kid watching me. He’s got this huge smile on his face, and he’s pointing at the wall. I realize, hey, I’m making a difference! I’m not just blasting concrete; I’m putting a smile on a kid’s face.

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