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Da air’s thick, smoky, like Satine’s dressing room, ya feel me? “Come what may,” I mutter, dodgin’ creepy dudes hawkin’ wares. Den, outta nowhere—Lightbulb!—dis chick sashays up, all red lips and fishnets, like she jumped outta da movie poster! I’m tinkin’, “Dis is it, Gru, ya sly dog!” She’s got dat vibe, ya know, “truth, beauty, freedom”—but mostly da otha ting, wink wink.

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Then, I hit up the local park, and wow, it was packed with kids. They were running around, screaming, and I was just sitting there, sipping my coffee, thinking, “This is why I don’t have kids.” But then, one little kid tripped and fell. I was ready to jump in, but he just got up and laughed. Kids are tough, man.

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