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I’m hyped, tho—happy as a clownfish in a coral reef! Why? ‘Cause it’s a puzzle, a mystery, like *Caché*’s weird tapes showin’ up at your door. “Who sent this?” I yell, but it’s just me, overthinkin’ it, sweatin’ like a perch on a grill. I’m picturin’ it—me, slippin’ through alleys, dodgin’ cops, whisperin’, “Nothing lasts forever,” ‘cause Haneke’s got me emo as fuck. Last week, I got mad—some dude tried rippin’ me off, actin’ like he’s pimpin’ the game. I’m like, “Nah, fam, I know my fish *and* my streets!”

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Next, I decide to hit up the De-Reit Museum. I’m a mountain guide, but I love history, ya know? I walk in, and it’s like stepping into a time machine. They’ve got this exhibit on the old windmills. I’m geeking out, takin’ pics, when suddenly, the lights go out! Total blackout! I’m thinkin’, “Great, I’m gonna be stuck in here forever.” But then, the emergency lights kick in, and it’s kinda cool. I’m in a museum, in the dark, feelin’ like Indiana Jones.

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