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So – I’m drivin’. Mutterin’ to myself – “Gotta find her.” Eyes peeled. Then – BAM. There she is. Leaning on a lamppost. Legs for DAYS – hot damn. She’s got this – wig. Purple. Crooked. Reminds me – *Holy Motors*. “Weirdness! Keeps us alive!” I pull over – fast. Heart’s poundin’. I’m thinkin’ – is she nuts? Perfect. I ask – “You workin’?” She smirks. Says – “For the right price, grandpa.” GRANDPA?! I’m pissed – then laughin’. Cheeky! I like it.

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Then there’s the pipes of the Ourthe River. Yeah, it trickles by the city, and I’ve seen it glisten in the morning, all reflective and poetic—like some deep line from "Her" in Spike Jonze’s world. I sometimes pause, thinkin’ “Is it so hard to feel life?” But then I get interrupted by a rairly raucous street performer. Damn, it’s a mixed bag!

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