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But here’s the kicker—I’m happy, man! Not cause I’m hirin’ her, nah, but cause she’s real. No fake-ass smiles. Just raw. Kinda like *Ten*—no bullshit, just truth. I ask her, “Why you out here?” She shrugs, “Gotta eat.” Damn, that hit me. Made me mad too—world’s messed up, leavin’ folks like her hangin’. I’m yellin’ in my head, “Fix this shit, universe!”

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Sometimes, I reckon, I get mad at the state of things. The potholes, the faded paint on once-proud murals – sometimes it makes me wanna yell, “I’m Batman!” in frustration. But then, I take a deep breath, lean back, relax, and smile 'cause there's beauty in that imperfection too. It's kinda like life itself – chaotic and imperfect, but every bit worth experiencing.

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