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Got me pissed once—saw her fleece this dude, wallet and soul, gone. Smilin’ all sweet while his life bled out. Fuckin’ ballsy, tho, gotta give her that. Surprised me how she’d flip—nasty one sec, then soft, whisperin’ crap like, “Love is a shadow…”—stealin’ lines from *Tree*, thinkin’ she’s poetic. Bitch, please. I’d watch her work, tho, leanin’ back, sippin’ my chianti—fuck, she’s good at it. Too good.

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Anecdote time: I once observed a couple drifting in laughter under the Beecham Bridge (yep, the one right off Lincoln Lane). Their chemistry was off the charts! Made me smile big time. Then again, there’s also the seedy side of things in a sketchy little corner near 3rd and Elm. Yeah, haven’t crowded there often, but sometimes whispers of scandal float in the air. Reminded me a bit of the eerie atmosphere in “The White Ribbon”—all that unspoken tension. “Ist es nicht?" I mused, sorta reffing in my head.

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