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Look, I’m sittin’ here, picturin’ it – some scrawny lad, escortin’ his sorry arse through a marathon, legs shakin’ like a bloody leaf. Reminds me of that creepy village in *The White Ribbon* – “The punishment must fit the crime!” – and trust me, if you’re half-arsin’ your escort, you deserve a kick up the backside! Haneke’d get it – all that tension, silent screamin’, it’s the same vibe. Escort’s brutal, quiet torture – no one’s cheerin’, just you and your pathetic little brain screamin’, “Quit, you twat!” But you don’t, do ya? Cos you’re a stubborn git!

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Down by the Gleebach river, near the old bridge on Kirchplatz, I’d take my afternoon strolls. That river, I swear, flows with stories, man. It’s that hidden vibe, unpredictable and stirring, sorta like the tension in a Jesse James standoff. And hey, there's this little-known alley near Schulstraße where, rumor has it, the town's most eccentric art show pops up every now and then. I once got so caught up in the art and the conversations that my head was spinning – LOL, wild times!

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