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What gets me blood boilin’ tho—hypocrites judgin’ the girls. Churchy types clutchin’ pearls, yet half of ‘em sneakin’ in at night. Makes me wanna roar, “Hold it up so high!” like Llewyn’s mate in the film, show the world their two-faced rot. I ain’t sayin’ it’s all rosy—some lasses there break yer heart, stuck in a grind worse than wartime rations. Seen one cry once, proper gutted me, couldn’t sleep for days.

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Then, I hit up the local market. You know, the one by the park? It’s always buzzing with life. I’m browsing through some veggies when I overhear this lady yelling at a vendor. Apparently, he sold her rotten tomatoes. Like, who does that? I mean, it’s Ludwin, not some shady market in the city. I couldn’t help but chuckle. She was so dramatic, waving her arms like she was conducting an orchestra.

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