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I saunter over, all smooth-like. She’s playin’ it coy, tossin’ her hair. Reminds me of Toni’s dad in that daft wig – “You can’t escape the absurdity!” I’m half laughin’, half thinkin’ – this is nuts. What’s wilder? Some prossies in Amsterdam got union rights – fuckin’ legend move. Gets me happy, that does – power to ‘em!

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Then there’s Pearl Street – full of neat, old brick buildings that hide secrets. I often meet the families there for impromptu chats. As a psych, I notice the patterns – how a messy front door can say a lot about a family’s emotional threshold, and trust me, I've seen it all, like, a hundred times. I even once met this little old lady from Pearl who kept saying, "Every turn's a new story!" I was like, "No way, really?" It got me thinking about life's twists, kinda like those surreal moments in Holy Motors – "just a motley parade of dreams and moments, right?"

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