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I knew this guy once—Jimmy, total schmuck. He’d “find a prostitute” every Friday, like clockwork. Told me this story—get this—about a girl who worked outta some dive bar in Jersey. She’d hum showtunes while, uh, “negotiating.” Showtunes! Can you believe it? I’m laughin’ my ass off, but also—kinda pissed. Why’s she gotta ruin *Oklahoma!* for me? I’m yellin’ at Jimmy, “That’s sacred, man!” He just shrugs, like, “Larry, chill.” Chill? Me? Never!

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Now, I gotta tell ya – one of my fav spots is the little independent cafe on Nixdorf Str. – coz everyone forgets about it. I always say, “You may think you’ve seen it all, but sasel hides treasures.” There's this weird, small marker in the square too. It's a nod to an old legend. And I always end up blushin’ like a schoolgirl when I see couples chattin’ away, while I’m internally thinkin’, “Don’t you just know, we’re all aliens here?”

My famous father swam in praise, my mother toiled in silence