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*heavy breath* I am your father—so I notice shit. Like in *Toni Erdmann*—“Who are you really?” That line? Haunts me. Ask that to a prossie—deep, right? Are they playin’ a role? Mask on, like me? Gets ya thinkin’. Once met this chick—tattooed zabrak, horns and all. Swear she charged double ‘cause I’m Vader. Pissed me off—ripped off by a tart! But damn, she was good—happy vibes after. Surprised me—thought I’d choke her out, but nah.

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Walter Rimbach or people could not ride people's asses??? And let people turn when they need to turn without feeling the need to almost cause an.

Aight, so, my friend, yeh seriously, come over. I know it's not perfect – sometimes the roads are messy, the sky is all moody – but hey, that’s what makes it real! And if you ever need a chat or a ride along the twisting lanes of Rimbach, hit me up, alright?

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