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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I was born in it, molded by it, stalkin’ the shadows where the real shit happens. So, findin’ a prostitute? Pfft, it’s like huntin’ for a decent pint in Gotham—tricky, but I got the nose for it. Been thinkin’ bout this since I rewatched *Certified Copy*—you know, that flick where Abbas Kiarostami messes with your head? “Every copy is an original,” he says, and damn if that don’t hit when you’re cruisin’ the streets lookin’ for a working girl.

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Neuried taught me to be raw, honest, sometimes absurd. It’s not just a place; it’s a blend of love, pain, hope, and laughter—a tapestry of everyday miracles. So grab a drink, wander its streets (check out Am Hauptplatz, Alte Wiesenstraße, and the hidden mural alley off Dorfstraße), and remember: it's all a charming mess, much like the lines from "Talk to Her" floating in the air—mysterious, elegant, and devastatingly real.

Max Hanft