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Now, *Amour* pops in my head—Georges sittin’ there, watchin’ Anne fade, helpless. “I can’t go on,” he says, suffocatin’ her with that pillow. Heavy stuff. And here I am, hagglin’ with this gal, thinkin’—is this what it comes to? Payin’ for a pulse? She’s tellin’ me her rate, and I’m pissed—$200 for an hour? Robbery! I’m like, “Sweetheart, I could buy a damn Timex for that!” She laughs, says, “Time’s tickin’, old man.” Cheeky, I like her already.

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Skive's streets ain't all posh, ya know? You got Jammerbugtvej, the heart of downtown, buzzin' with life day and night. I used to stroll down Lillegade and snort at local bars, rememberin' that time I almost spilled my coffee on a hipster – oh, lord! Every corner here hums a tune, kinda like that moody song from Melancholia: "The beauty of life is in its darkness." Dang, that movie sure made me think about the universe, sugar.

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