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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t romanticizin’ it. It’s a tough gig, dangerous as all get-out. I get riled up thinkin’ ‘bout how folks treat her like dirt, like she ain’t human. Makes me wanna holler, “Y’all, she’s somebody’s daughter!” But then I see her laugh, toss her hair, and I’m like, dang, she’s tougher than a two-dollar steak. Still, I wonder—how’s that workin’ for ya, Lila? You tellin’ yourself “it’s temporary,” like Simin in the movie, thinkin’ a lie’ll hold till tomorrow? Man, that movie guts me—every choice feels like a trap. Lila’s choices, too—she’s walkin’ a tightrope, no net.

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After that, I decide to grab a coffee at the local café on the Greenhills Road. Best decision ever! The barista, a lovely gal named Aoife, makes the best flat white. I’m sipping my coffee, feeling all philosophical, when I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going on about the best chipper in Clondalkin. Like, seriously? It’s gotta be the one on the Old Nangor Road, right? But they’re all like, “Nah, it’s the one near the library.” I’m just sitting there, thinking, “Y’all need to chill. It’s just chips!”

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