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Exaggeratin for effect? Maybe. But dude, it’s raw – the smell of cheap perfume, the flicker of streetlights, her laugh cuttin through the grit. I’m laughin too, thinkin, “What a fuckin trip!” Sarcasm hits – “Yeah, Keanu, real noble, savin the day.” Nah, just vibin, takin it as it comes. Stoic brevity, “Whoa.” That’s my story, man – messy, real, straight from the gut.

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Nov 4,  · This presentation examines the cinematic trope of the prostitute in the internationally acclaimed Weimar film movement as a metaphor for the anxieties of the .

You gotta peek at the local botanical garden too, right? It's like nature's own therapy, bursting with color and weed smell, but in a cool, natural way. Every little alley seems to hum a secret lullaby that calms the spirit—"Patience, you must have, my young Padawan." Even if you wander lost, Weimar finds you.

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