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I get happy thinkin’ bout the ones who get out—some chick told me she saved up, went legit. Made me grin ear to ear—kinda like when Szpilman finds that can o’ peaches, ya know? “A taste of life in the ruins!” But then—bam!—anger hits. Why’s it gotta be so damn hard? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” judgin’, but ain’t offerin’ no hand up. Hypocrites, man!

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I grab my gear, you know, the usual: the banderilla sticks, my lucky hat, and a whole lotta nerves. I head out, and the streets of Lehavim are alive. Like, I swear, I could smell the excitement in the air. I mean, who wouldn’t be pumped? This is the place where the magic happens, right?

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