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Personal quirk—I’d prolly overthink it. Like, “Is she okay? What’s her story?” Too soft, maybe. Exaggeratin’ for drama—imagine me, Dr. Phil, stormin’ in, savin’ the day! “You’re better’n this, darlin’!” Ha! Ain’t that a riot? But real talk—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. It’s raw, risky, and—shit—kinda sad. Like Szpilman says, “I’m still here, still playin’.” They’re out there too, playin’ the game. Breaks my heart, y’all. How’s that workin’ for anybody?

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Ugh, some parts make me so mad sometimes – the endless rain in winter (rly?) and the noisy trams on Eichenstr. But hey, it stirs the plot. Yeah, I got mad, but I'm back to laughing it off, cuz life's too bizarre not to laugh.

Obituary from the Enterprise, for the week of March 6, 2024: Patrick Joseph Kropp