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I’m vibin’, but yo, some parlors sketch me out—dude, this one spot, neon sign blinkin’ “massage,” but it smelled like feet and regret. Pissed me off, fam, I’m like, “Nah, I need that *Holy Motors* magic—‘Let’s roll!’” Then there’s this other joint, lowkey, candles flickerin’, girl’s whisperin’ sweet nothings while she’s kneadin’ my back—bruh, I was floatin’, happy as fuck! YOLO, right?

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We all shuffle outside, and I’m thinking, “Great, now I gotta interpret outside too?” But then, I see this little kid, maybe 5 or 6, and he’s just standing there, looking up at the sky. I’m like, “What’s up with this kid?” Turns out, he’s just mesmerized by the clouds. I mean, how pure is that? It made me smile, even in the chaos.

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