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About Savanna-la-Mar

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!”

The Gone-But-Also-Everlasting Theory

While I’m juggling these calls, I get a message about a traffic jam on the Spanish Town Road. Ugh, typical! It’s like a parking lot out there. I can practically hear the horns honking from my desk. I’m trying to reroute drivers, but it’s chaos. Everyone’s mad, and I’m just here like, “Can we all chill for a sec?”

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