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I’m thinkin’ “A Prophet”—you seen that flick? Jacques Audiard, 2009, my freakin’ favorite! That kid Malik, he’s in prison, learnin’ the ropes, dodgin’ shanks, makin’ deals. Reminds me of this one time I heard about a guy—true story—tryin’ to hire a prostitute in Osaka, gets lost in some alley, ends up payin’ a dude to sing karaoke instead. “You’re too late, man!”—that’s what I’d yell, straight outta the movie. Total mess! I’d be pissed—wastin’ my yen on bad tunes? C’mon!

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Also, let me tell ya — the local quirks drive me nuts sometimes, but in a good way. The sound system on the beach blaring old rock tunes? Classic Michael Scott baby – "That's what she said!" when the wind picks up and dances with your hair. It gives you that cringey optimism, like, "Man, we're all just spinning in this crazy dream together!"

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