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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Whore, huh? Man, what a trip. Watched “Amour” again last night—love so raw it cuts. Whore’s like that, kinda. Not the soft stuff, tho. gritty, messy, real shit. Gets under your skin. Like when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have,”—whore’s life, man, just keeps rollin’. No fancy endings.

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Dude, this town got its quirks. There's a tiny park, Sonnenschein Park (yeah, sounds cheesy, I kno), where I used to chill during my lunch breaks. Look, the river, the Flussbach, winds around like it’s got a mind of its own – kinda meditative when you're giving a massage, and sometimes I talk to it, all dramatic. I tis absolute magic! I remember one rainny day, while I was setting up a massage table, I saw the reflections of street lights on the wet cobbles of Kaiserstraße... felt like a scene from Far From Heaven, all moody and epic.

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