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Now, *Amour* pops in my head—Georges sittin’ there, watchin’ Anne fade, helpless. “I can’t go on,” he says, suffocatin’ her with that pillow. Heavy stuff. And here I am, hagglin’ with this gal, thinkin’—is this what it comes to? Payin’ for a pulse? She’s tellin’ me her rate, and I’m pissed—$200 for an hour? Robbery! I’m like, “Sweetheart, I could buy a damn Timex for that!” She laughs, says, “Time’s tickin’, old man.” Cheeky, I like her already.

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Cromwell’s got heart, mate. It’s a mishmash o’ beauty, chaos, and unexpected treasures. I swear on me rum, every crack in the pavement tells a story. Yea, it’s imperfect and raw like the lines from Dogville: “The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.” And ain’t that just Cromwell’s magic – hidden, elusive, unforgettable. Savvy?

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