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But real talk—pisses me off sometimes. These girls, trapped, like Mia in that council flat. “I’m gonna dance, get out,” she says in *Fish Tank*. Dreamin big, goin nowhere. Same with some hookers—caught in the grind, no escape pod. Saw one cryin once, hidin it bad. Gut punched me—wanted to force-choke the world for her. But nah, can’t fix it. Just watch, pay, move on.

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ah, oh! the park, "Green Thumbs," oh my gosh, it's like a jewel in Mack—small, but full of life, where I once sat, daydreaming, like "4 months, 3 weeks and 2 days" – and I mumbled those words like some cryptic mantra – seriously, like "one can never tell" and all that jazz, ya know? it's funny, sometimes I feel like Mr. Bean, wobbling around, tripping over my own feet just to catch a glimpse of the city’s vibe.

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