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Alright, so here’s me, a tractor driver, chillin’ like Bob Ross, paintin’ happy little trees in my mind. I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya know, just cruisin’ through life’s wild canvas. I love *Moulin Rouge!*—that flick’s got heart, man, all that “love is a many-splendored thing” vibez. Picture this: I’m rollin’ down some dusty road, tractor hummin’ like a sweet lil’ lullaby, and I’m dreamin’ up a gal like Satine, all sparkly and sassy.

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So, I hit the streets of Varias, right? I’m walking down Strada Unirii, and it’s like a scene from a movie. People everywhere, cars honking, and that sweet smell of fresh pastries from the bakery on the corner. I mean, who doesn’t love a good croissant? But then, bam! I step in a puddle. Like, seriously? Who put that there? My shoes are soaked, and I’m already regretting my life choices.

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