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What got me? The smell – fags, cheap perfume, desperation. Made me sad, yeah, but also – bit of a thrill. “The world’s a gleaner’s paradise,” Varda’d say, and I’m living it! Nearly tripped over a bin, mind – clumsy sod – but I’m laughing, cos it’s proper gritty. Not like them suits in the office, all “strategic alignment” this, “core competencies” that. Nah, this is raw, mate.

Idk, sometimes I think in movie scenes. Remember "The Tree of Life"? That vibe, like the cosmic dance of nature and man. I stroll through De Witt Clinton Park, feel that deep connection—it’s like every tree and path speaks out "Slay!"

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