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Sometiems, I tink, dey’re freer dan us. No 9-to-5 crap, no boss breathin’ down ya neck. But den – bam – da danger, da creeps, da cold nights. Makes me mad, y’know? Like, “Vhy can’t dey just be safe?!” Shocked me once, readin’ bout one who got nabbed by cops for stealin’… bread. Bread! Lightbulb! She was starvin’, not even for drugs or nothin’.

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After the rain, I decide to hit the park. You know, the one by the Myjava River? It’s beautiful there. Trees, birds, the whole shebang. I’m walkin’ along the path, feelin’ all zen, when I trip over a root. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, and this lady joggin’ by just laughs. Like, thanks for the support, lady! I get up, brush myself off, and keep goin’.

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