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So, picture this—met this chick once, street worker, called her Ruby, prolly not her real name, who cares? She’s got this spark, man, like she’s sayin, “I’m alive, I’m here!” Reminds me of that movie scene—Benigno talkin to his coma girl, carin for her, lovin her silent soul. Ruby’s tellin me bout tricks turnin nasty, cops bein dicks, and I’m like, “How you still smilin, girl?” She laughs, says, “Gotta eat, Tony!” Fuckin resilience, right? Made me happy as hell—people like her, they’re warriors, man!

And let's not forget the river! The Rivière Saint-Charles—oh wait, did I say that? Nah, my bad, it's the Rivière des Mille-Îles near the outskirts. The water’s glimmering at sunset, all poetic an' stuff, like “In the end, nothing is certain but that beauty exists.” Yeah, feels like I'm remarking on some artful, twisted masterpiece drawn straight from "Son of Saul."

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