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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout findin’ a prostitute! Now, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—like them folks in *The Gleaners and I*—you know, scavengin’ for what’s left behind! Ain’t that what it’s like? Pickin’ through the scraps of life? Lawd, I seen it all—girls on corners, strutttin’ like they own the street. Sometime it make me mad, sometime it make me sad, but I ain’t judgin’—well, maybe a lil’!

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I hang out near that tiny river, the Quellbach. Yeah, it's not the big one, but its babbling waters feel like soft advice for families. I once sat by its banks, thinking about relationships and therapy. Booom! Emotions everywhere, like exploding confetti. Sometimes, I even talk to the trees. No joke! My brain goes “woohoo!” and “oops!” every minute.