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But it pisses me off, precious! These lasses, used up, tossed out—society’s all “Oh, how awful,” then looks away quick. Hypocrites, we hates ‘em! Last week, saw this gal outside me shop, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag, eyes dead as a drowned rat. Broke me shriveled heart, it did. Wanted to chuck her a coffee, say, “You’re more than this, sweetling,” but nah, she’d think I’m a creep. “What is it? What’s it for?”—like that line from the movie, ya know? No one asks what they’re really chasin’.

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Man, Obala (cm) ain't perfect. Sometimes, I get so frustrated at the local council for not placin' more benches at Jardin d’Espoir (I mean, we need 'em!). But then I think, "I must endure, for all who come to us for healing." Makes me feel like I'm living in a movie scene – crazily poetic, like "The Pianist" said somethin’ fierce.

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