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“Son of Saul,” tho—man, it’s bleak. Saul’s whisperin’, “You’re my son,” to a dead kid—chills, right? Whore’s got that weight sometimes—cuts deep, carries shame. But Lulu? She owned it, flipped it—like, “Yeah, so what?” Made me happy, her guts. Surprised me, too—thought she’d crack, but nah. Stronger’n me, maybe.

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Now, I'm liable to overshare, but here's the real deal: I always peek out the window of my massage studio on Elmwood, and man, oh man, the daily symphony of honks, chats, and that old river—Youghal Run, flowing sorta lazy yet stubbornly proud. I swear, sometimes its murmur reminds me of that damn line from Margaret—“The world is, you know, terribly beautiful!” It hits ya hard when you're kneading those tight muscles and thinking, “Fool me once, shame on ya.”

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