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Hmmm, a carpenter I am, yesss. Prostitute, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… seein’ her on the street, man, it’s wild. Tropical Malady, my fave flick—those jungle vibes, “the beast within stirs,” ya know? She’s out there, hustlin’, all mystery like that tiger spirit. Worked on a gig once, fixin’ a brothel’s creaky floor—true story! Saw her, all sass, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on the wall. “Eyes like a ghost’s,” like the movie says. Made me laugh, her callin’ me “wood boy”—cheeky as hell!

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Finally, I made my way to the waterfront. The view is killer. You can see the sunset reflecting off the water. But then, outta nowhere, a seagull swoops down and steals my apple! I was like, “Really? A bird?!” I mean, come on! I can’t catch a break today.

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