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Prompt

Upshot view, Picture life as the pitiful Levi’s tab, pitifully stitched onto the back pocket of my effortlessly chic, white, fit, forty-something mom in her painfully snug skinny jeans and crisp shirt. From my pathetic, threadbare perch, I witness the grand parade of the world—passing storefronts, shifting cityscapes, and the hypnotic sway of her confident stride, all framed by the close-up intimacy of well-worn denim. Then, for a comedic twist, my towering, lanky young Filipino male friends, decked out in shirts, skinny-fit Levi’s 510s, and high-top sneakers, wander over after hearing about my strange wish to be her tab. They erupt into laughter, tossing out darkly absurd quips about the tragic futility of my “life,” mocking the sheer ridiculousness of existing solely as a decorative scrap of fabric. With dynamic angles, exaggerated close-ups, and the constant hum of the city, this pint-sized, ridiculous perspective somehow becomes a hilariously immersive little universe.