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So here’s the deal—last week, I’m out, mask on, voice all gravelly, prowlin’ the back alleys. Not for trouble, nah, just curious, y’know? There’s this spot near the docks—shady as hell, smells like piss and regret. Word is, that’s where they hang. And boom, there she is—red heels, fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s a copy of a copy, but damn, she’s real.” Kinda poetic, right? Like in the movie, “What’s authentic anyway?”—makes ya wonder if she’s playin’ a role or livin’ it.

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Man, I'm always reminded of "Son of Saul" – gritty, raw, and real. "Know your role." Raised eyebrow, my friend. It's like every alley got a tale, secrets whispered like secrets in a dream. There’s a park, Hollard Park, where I’d crash sometimes with a coffee, watching families and couples, and I swear, ya can feel the souls here, man, like haunting echoes from a movie scene, "Son of Saul," you know?

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