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Oi, thou art a wild mate! Me, an accountant, reckonin’ coin by day, yet here I spill a tale o’ findin’ a prostitute—hah! Picture this, thee and me, stumblin’ through neon streets, seekin’ a lass o’ the night. “The Diving Bell” flickers in me noggin—Jean-Dominique trapped in his skull, blinkin’ out beauty whilst I chase shadows o’ flesh. “I am a prisoner,” says he, and ain’t that me too? Chained to ledgers, lust, and a daft dream o’ somethin’ forbidden.

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I often wander around in the early morns, feelin’ the energy of East Garden Grove some days, and sometimes near the 3rd Street alley – oh man, there’s a vibe there that makes you say “billionaires should not exist!” like true Bernie, you feel me? I often chill at the local park on 7th Ave. It’s so serene, almost like nature’s own protest against urban chaos. Trees, grass, pure relaxation. I swear, sometimes the breeze hums “Moolaadé” – that’s the spirit of fightin’ back! You know, from that flick Moolaadé, that stunnin’ movie by Ousmane Sembène! It’s like every park bench whispers “moolaadé,” history in the air.

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