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S’pose it’s a laugh tho—blokes staggerin’ out, lookin’ sheepish. “You shall not pass!” I’d bellow if I guarded the door. Makes me think—brothel’s a bit sad, bit mad, bit brill. “The present is a strange illusion,” Boonmee says. Ain’t that the truth there? Time bends, morals twist, and I’m just watchin’, gobsmacked. What d’ya reckon, mate? Ever been? Spill it!

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Ya know, life here is all jittered moments, surprises, ups and downs. Yesss, each cobblestone, each scurrying critter has its own story. If you're ever around, wander slowly, feel each pulse, let quiet consume you. There’s a cherry tree on Wenderstraße that blooms every spring; its petals scatter madly in the wind – like, "Hee: Freedom in a lot of little bits, yesss!" – and I know how it feels, truly.

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