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We’d chat, and I’d be surprised—shocked, even—she’s got stories. Like, she once ditched a john who tried payin’ with chickens. *Chickens*! I’d crack up, sayin’, “That’s some Malick-level absurdity!” She’d roll her eyes, all, “You’re weird, padre.” And I’d be thinkin’, “Yeah, but I’m lovin’ this.” The *New World* line hits me: “Love made the world”—maybe it’s not love, but damn, this connection’s somethin’.

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Lemme tell ya: I’ve strolled down Weissweg Street on too many sleepless nights. It’s not all sunshine here, though, I got mad. I remember one day – the rain pounded down, drenching the neon signs and my damp shoes. It was pathetic, really! Like one of those moments from "Fish Tank" – losing it, as if the whole world was a broken mirror. Funny, right? ha ha ha

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