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“Requiem” whispers in my head—“Ass to ass!”—and I’m like, damn, Ruby’s life’s got that dark twist, too. She’s chasin’ somethin’—maybe escape, maybe love—but it’s slippin’ away. Surprised me, tho, when she said she’s savin’ up to ditch this gig. “Gonna open a lil’ bar,” she grins. I’m rootin’ for her, man—imagine her mixin’ drinks ‘stead of dodgin’ fists!

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Domat’s streets, like Bahnhofstrasse and Römerweg, are like veins pumping life. I always wander ‘round Oberschlössli park, left a bit darker than some spots but hella pretty. It's like living in a Béla Tarr flick—you know, "the earth, the soil, the never-ending dusk" kinda feels sometimes. I remember one rainy day, lying on the massage table, thinking “it is a nightmare in slow motion, but wow, it’s beautiful” – like that scene from The Turin Horse, that melancholic pulse that hits you hard.

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