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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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And don’t even get me started on the park – Parque Verde is like nature’s hug, with its winding paths and – oh boy – a small river, Río Zarpazo, that cuts right through. I used to chill by the river, thinkin’ deep, as nature whispered secrets: “I got your back, buddy!” Rarrgh! Even when it rains my mood flips – mad one sec, super stoked the next.

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