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So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

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Now, let me spill some personal beans: I love takin’ a long walk in the sunrise at the Sonnenfeld – that park near Kirchplatz. I get lost in my thoughts and all those free-floating emotions. Sometimes, I even feel like I'm a character in a wild epic war movie. Dang, I got typos in my head too – lissten, it’s all a bit crazy but it's real and raw! And hey, sometimes I end up spillin’ my drink on my notes – clumsy, eh?

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