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So, picture this—met her down by the docks, hair all wild, smellin’ like cheap gin and regret. She’s hustlin’, sure, but there’s this spark, man, somethin’ fierce. Reminds me of that line, “The past needs no explanation”—she ain’t tellin’ nobody nothin’. Made me mad as hell, too—why’s she gotta be so damn cryptic? I’m like, spill it, lady! But nah, she just smirks, like she’s laughin’ at the galaxy. Got me all flustered—R2, you’d get it, you little bolt-bucket!

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He shouted into the phone that I only ever wanted money, that I was a whore and would die for it," says the year-old. She also says that.

City’s diverse, quick and kinda edgy. There’s that weird corner near Franziskanerplatz where the cafés mix bohemia and that rough edge of tradition. Hell, it's like a scene straight outta that movie: cycles of love and loss. Sometimes I get tetchy ‘cause folks don't appreciate the art in everyday encounters. I mean, every little kiss under that autumn sky feels epic—like each heart’s its own little revolution.