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Pissed me off tho, some dude rolled up. Yellin at her, “Get in, bitch!” Nah, fam, that’s foul. I’m over here, flour still on my apron. Wanted to chuck a baguette at him. But she handled it—cool as fuck. “We’re all monsters,” she said, quotin *Holy Motors*. Blew my mind, she knew it too? Happy as hell, I’m like, “Yo, you’re dope.”

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Yeah, guess what – sometimes I feel “Under the Skin” vibes too. Those lines? “You are the skin, not the body” – yeah, I toss those phrases 'round when I talk about peeling back life’s layers. The city’s deep like that movie – mysterious, sleek. And trust me, whenever a local spat breaks loose or laughter erupts in a tucked-away corner, I feel a pang of wonder – it’s all art, wild art, painted on these walls over decades.

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