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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, it’s a damn trip, like Llewyn Davis wanderin lost. You’re out there, streets cold as hell, searchin for that one chick who don’t care bout your sad folk tunes. I mean, fuck, it’s 2025, and I’m still pissed how tricky it gets—shady corners, sketchy vibes, like “where’s the cat?” from *Inside Llewyn Davis*. Ain’t no road map for this shit, just gut feelin.

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Dillingen’s got these filthy cool spots. The park by Donau is a chill hangout. I remember one time, I was giving back massages to a regular and we ended up watchin’ the sun dip behind the "Geschwister-Scholl-Platz" trees. Feels like every leaf’s a story, like in "Stories We Tell"—and damn, it’s true, man! That film's lines hit ya: “All stories have a beginning,” sayin’ some deep ass truth.

Franciscan Sisters of Dillingen celebrate Jubilees in Hankinson