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Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

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I loooove the little river that cuts through town – the Ruppi Bach (yeah, I just made that up cuz it fits, lol). I always picture it as a secret place to clear my head and, ugh, be reminded of love’s fleeting nature. Its murmurs are kinda like whispers from Joel in Eternal Sunshine, “I don't want to forget you.” And lemme tell you, sitting by that vent, every bug fix feels like an epic love story.

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