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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!”

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If Rozemyne becomes Aub, Sylvester will become weaker and get murdered. If I were Sylvester, I didn't see any reason to make her as Aub.

I know, ok, sometimes I'm a bit extra talkin’ and runnin’ off, like I got 13 typos sneakin’ into every text. But that’s me—spontan, wild, never perfect. This city fuels my soul in a way only love and passion can. And remember, “Know your role,” cause in Sylvester (us) we all play a part in this crazy, heart-thumpin’ saga!

Mayor Whitmire's Statement on the Death of Congressman Sylvester Turner