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Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

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The streets of Tignieu are alive. I’m walking down Rue de la Liberté, feeling the energy. I’m laughing with Marc, and we’re just soaking it all in. I think to myself, “This is what life’s about.”