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Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

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Svätý Jur Divadlo Na kolesách. 38 | Questionnaire Slovakia II. 39 | Questionnaire Romania I of 4 September On the development of the Roma- nian.

After that, I’m like, “Let’s go check out the park.” You know, the one by the church? It’s got this vibe, man. Trees everywhere, birds singing, and I’m just trying to connect with nature. But then, I see this kid. He’s climbing a tree, right? And I’m thinkin’, “That’s cool.” But then he falls! I’m like, “Oh no!” But he just gets up and laughs. Kids are wild, man. I was impressed.