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So I’m watchin “Certified Copy”—you seen it? Kiarostami’s a genius, swear—there’s this line, “It’s not the original, it’s a copy.” Hits me hard, y’know? Whore’s like that—real or fake? Who cares! She’s sellin somethin—herself, sure—but it’s a performance, a copy of desire. Blows my mind. I’m gettin mad thinkin—people judge, call her trash, but who’s buyin? Hypocrites, man, hypocrites everywhere.

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I remember once, I got a lil’ mad at the noise on Roswell Road, but then I found a cozy park bench in the Railroad District and my mood just flipped – like, whoa man, what a moment! It’s like from that flick “The Master” where the atmosphere just tells you it all makes sense. I might mumble somethin’ about it, “I feel this, I feel that,” ya know?

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