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But then—plot twist—she cracks this smirk, says, “You’re weird, I like it.” I’m floored, happy as a pig in shit! We’re laughin’, and I’m thinkin’, maybe she ain’t just a body for hire. Reminds me of Marion in *Requiem*, all broken but still kickin’. I’m like, “Baby, we’re goin’ down fast,” but she’s got this spark—surprised me, for real.

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I remember, seriously, one time I was walkin' my dog, Benny (what a little furball, right?) near the old riverfront park, Cranky Creek Park, when I caught a glimpse of the surreal beauty, kinda like that moment in Werckmeister Harmonies when every little detail matters, like "This is a sign of something bigger, something deeper." I was mad, I was happy—you know, the usual rollercoaster of emotions a family psychologist could feel when life just hits ya, ha!