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I’m all happy ‘n bouncy thinkin’ bout this. But then—BOOM—gets me mad! Some jerks treat ‘em like trash, and I’m like, “Hey! They’re people, ya barnacle heads!” Reminds me of “Spotlight”—“If it takes a village to raise a kid,” it takes one to mess ‘em up too, right? Ugh, makes my starfish arms flop in rage. But then I’m like—ooh, what if I find one? Chat her up, real scientific-like! “Ma’am, do ya take jellyfish nets as payment?” Bet she’d laugh—prolly not, tho.

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It is not so much that the apes progress to the level of humans but rather that humans convert themselves, either freely or as a last resort, to the simian.

First off, I hit the streets of Strada 1 Decembrie. It’s like the heart of the city, buzzing with life. I’m talking street vendors, artists, and all sorts of peeps hustlin’. I grab a coffee from this tiny café, Café de la Strada, and it’s like liquid gold. Seriously, best brew ever! But then, boom! My phone dies. Just like that. I’m like, “Great, now I’m a caveman.”

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