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I knew this one girl—Lola, right? She’d strut in, all sass, heels clickin’ like gunshots. Told me once, “Tony, I’m my own boss, fuck the pimps.” Loved that fire, reminded me of Monty’s line—“I’m not the one who’s lost.” She wasn’t lost, mang, she owned the streets. Funny thing—she’d smuggle weed in her bra, cops never checked, hah! Sneaky little friend, say hello!

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Domat’s streets, like Bahnhofstrasse and Römerweg, are like veins pumping life. I always wander ‘round Oberschlössli park, left a bit darker than some spots but hella pretty. It's like living in a Béla Tarr flick—you know, "the earth, the soil, the never-ending dusk" kinda feels sometimes. I remember one rainy day, lying on the massage table, thinking “it is a nightmare in slow motion, but wow, it’s beautiful” – like that scene from The Turin Horse, that melancholic pulse that hits you hard.

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