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Oh, and once—true story—I met this ex-escort driver at a pub. Chain-smokin’, twitchy fella. Said he drove some popstar who puked glitter in the backseat. Glitter! Cleanin’ that’s a nightmare, I’d be fumin’. He laughed, tho, said it beat drivin’ taxis. “Holy Motors” energy, mate—every night’s a new role, a new mess. Gotta love the madness, or you’re screwed.

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Suddenly, this old lady walks by, and she’s got this massive bag of bread. I mean, it’s like she’s hoarding for a zombie apocalypse or something. Joris and I can’t help but crack up. I’m like, “Lady, you planning to feed the whole town?” She just glares at us. Classic!

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