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Hey, folks, listen up! I’m Joe—y’know, the guitar master—and, uh, here’s the deal… I was strummin’ my old six-string, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Not your usual Tuesday night, right? I mean, c’mon, man, life’s wild! Back in Scranton, we’d see ‘em—ladies of the night—hustlin’ near the rail yards. Made me mad, y’know? Society just… tossin’ folks aside like that. Reminds me of *The Gleaners and I*—Agnès Varda, 2000, my fave flick. “People pick up what’s left,” she said. Ain’t that the truth?

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Grabow's main artery is Ludwigstrasse. It's where the biz happens. All sorts of hidden cafes, bars, and art spots. I sometimes stroll there, thinkin’ "white material" vibes, ya feel? There's a weird harmony. Like when white material meets dark secrets. Seriously, it's like a mirage.

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