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Hmmm, a carpenter I am, yesss. Prostitute, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… seein’ her on the street, man, it’s wild. Tropical Malady, my fave flick—those jungle vibes, “the beast within stirs,” ya know? She’s out there, hustlin’, all mystery like that tiger spirit. Worked on a gig once, fixin’ a brothel’s creaky floor—true story! Saw her, all sass, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on the wall. “Eyes like a ghost’s,” like the movie says. Made me laugh, her callin’ me “wood boy”—cheeky as hell!

Follow your nature.

Then, I head to the park on Wyszyńskiego Street. It’s packed! Families, kids, dogs—total chaos. I sit on a bench, munching on my strawberries. They’re amazing, by the way. Sweet, juicy, just perfect. I’m in my happy place. But then, this dog runs up and snatches my last strawberry! I’m like, “No way, dude!” But the owner just laughs. I’m fuming, but also kinda impressed. That dog’s got skills!

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