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In *Yi Yi*, there’s this line—“We live three times as long”—and I’m thinkin’, prostitutes see it all, man. Thre times the drama! Once met this lady—total exaggeration, but hear me out—she said she worked the streets near Scranton. Said she’d dodge cops by hidin’ in bushes! Laughed my ass off—resourceful, right? Made me happy—people adapt, ya know?

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Mistakes, oh they happen—like my own 11 typos here: are, wrry, reall, kno, thou, due, the, marm, lame, fidd, and now. Each error doth add a dash of our shared humanity, am I right? Amidst the cobbled streets, dodgy old pubs (The Crooked Crown, forsooth!) and bustling markets, Dorsten is a tapestry of paradoxes; mad joys, brief sorrows, and the eternal yearning for that elusive, calm spot.

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