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But serious—whaddya think she dreams of? ‘Cause I bet she does. Maybe a kid somewhere, or just a warm bed. *Yi Yi* says, “We’re all lonely sometimes.” Damn straight—her too. Makes me sad, y’know, guts twistin’. Ever talk to one? I did—years back, outside Philly. She said, “Larry, I’m just tryna eat.” Blew my mind—simple, raw. Not “Larry,” course—didn’t know me from Adam—but felt personal, y’know?

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There's that quiet side street, Lindenweg, where I used to walk at dawn, just letting go and thinking, “yo, this is life, T!imbuktu, all that freedom,” and trust me, it’s like that movie where you feel the magic of freedom, inner strength, and all of it. There’s a lively corner at Hauptallee, where local artists and daydreamers converge, just like those crazy, poetic moments in Timbuktu – "The world is a river," they say... oh wait, that’s from the film, right? Anyway!

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