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So, I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ bout *Syndromes and a Century*, my fave flick—bloody weird one, that—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, genius bloke, all dreamy and slow, yeah? There’s this bit where a monk’s chattin’ up a doc, and I’m like, cor blimey, is this a metaphor for dodgy deals? Findin’ a prossie’s a bit like that—hazy, confusin’, but you’re drawn in! “What is this feeling?”—straight from the movie, that—sums up the whole caper, dunnit?

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The Elbe river, though, that’s a whole other vibe. It hugs the town like a protective blanket. I sometimes sit by the riverbank at dusk, just lettin’ the gentle hum of the water take me away – kinda like Marge's endless naggin’ "Hmm…" But hey, not everything’s sunshine and rainbows. I got mad when the new parking lots started wreckin’ the natural flow by the river. I mean, c’mon, man! Nature vs. concrete, ya got me fired up!

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