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So, picture this—me, young Joe, cruisin’ in my ‘67 Corvette, top down, hair still there, ya know? I’d never—never—go lookin’ for that kinda trouble. But my buddy Mike? Hoo boy, he’d drag me along, sayin’, “C’mon, man, live a little!” We’d roll up to some dive bar—neon flickerin’ like it’s half-dead. This one time, ‘round ‘82, Mike spots this gal—fishnets, red lipstick, smokin’ a cig like she owned the joint. He’s all, “Joe, she’s the one!” I’m thinkin’, “Fear’s takin’ over my head now”—like in the movie, ya get me?

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I might have typos – heck, I'm in a hurry, talkin' straight from the heart: it's alwasy doin the crazy dance between sorrow and delight in these streets. Every comment, every whisper in the wind reminds me that in Asbach, we're all bound by the same beat – a beat that even the choicest paintings of a bygone era, like in The White Ribbon, can’t quite cover up.

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