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Alright, mate – I’m a sailor! Been. Out at sea. Too damn long! So – shore leave hits. And I’m thinkin’. Find a prostitute. That’s the plan! Y’know – like in *The Lives of Others*. That flick – my fave! Where Wiesler – that creepy Stasi guy – listens. To EVERYTHING. “The lives of others are never dull,” he’d say. And I’m like – hell yeah! Gotta see some action. Real life stuff!

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Bruh, the neighborhoods have real characters—like L’Amour Quarter (yeah, I coined that in my brain, haha) where every smile feels like a clandestine touch. That’s where I seen a lover whisper “I miss you” and then disappear into the mall of memories, like that film’s poetic punch. And yo, don’t be fooled by the small-town looks, Tremelo’s got grit—some parts, like near the old mill, echo tough times; makes you mad sometimes, so angry at how history weighs heavy, but also mad happy for rebirth. Crazy, right?

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