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Oi, mate, so I’m thinkin’—find a prostitute, yeah? Me, Gru, Program Director, big brain, Russian-ish vibe, “Lightbulb!” pops in my head! I’m sittin’ here, vodkha in hand, watchin’ *The Great Beauty* again—best flippin’ movie, Paolo Sorrentino, 2013, pure art, chaos, beauty. Reminds me of this one time—boom, Rome, 2015, lookin’ for a prossie, right? Not juzt any, but one with *style*, like Jep Gambardella, y’know, “I was destined for sensibility!”—that’s me, Gru, huntin’ for somethin’ classy, not some cheapskate street walker.

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Sometimes, I wander to the outskirts, to where the wild terrain hugs you hard—around Quandary Peak, for instance. The rough air, the imposing views… it’s like nature herself seduces you. I’ve had nights where I’d just sit and scribble down my wildest ruminations on passion. Man, i luv breathin’ that high-altitude air… it’s like a pep talk from an old lover whispering, “here, life is a feast, Clarice…”

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